This being a Mommy stuff is so HHhhhaaaarrrdDDDDD (whiny, whingy voice). The baby is driving me to eat cake (I can't drink much due to breastfeeding) because she keeps screeching and screaming and having mini tantrums where the spittle drips down her chin to the floor, her face turns purple and there's long silences that erupt in ear splitting wails.
I know it's because her second front tooth is cutting in, and I know it's got to be hurting her, but I'm seriously considering sending her to daycare to get a break. Let her be someone else's earache for a few hours. We got to one point on Saturday where it was 5pm, and she was crying again, but I couldn't give her anymore painkillers because she'd maxed out her dosage for 24 hours. That was a hell night where she woke every two hours, full volume scream.
The only time she was joyful was when I let her sit on the floor of the shower while I let the shower massage pound the tension in my neck. I would've stayed in the shower for hours if I could, she loved every second of it. But, as soon as it was over, the crying started again.
The poop is horrible. We've been blessed so far with having pretty bland smelling poop, but this week it's been Toxic Diaper Death. Not only does it smell bad, but it gets everywhere...it's like it's alive and spreads up her back, up her belly and even down the legs a couple times. It makes the thought of going out anywhere unbearable..."What if she poops??" I whisper, not wanting to jinx the sphincter.
The final insult: I felt she was getting way too upset, so I tried some recommended "skin to skin" contact the books all say calm an anxious baby. I got topless, she got topless and I held her close in my arms, her head near my heart. She told me in her own way she wanted to breastfeed, I though great, she can't cry and drink at the same time, She opened her mouth and BIT ME!
The crying then continued.