A few days ago I decided that I was going to go shopping in Ellenton and leave you with your Daddy for the morning.
So today we got up and I fed you and you fussed. You didn't want me to put you down at all. So I decided you might still be hungry so I fed you more. Then I handed you off to your Daddy so I could shower. You still fussed. So we put you in your swing and after a few minutes you finally fell asleep. I left for Ellenton. Every Saturday your Daddy has a 9-12 social at Panera. So, he woke you up, packed you up and took you to breakfast where you fussed some more. I came home around 1 and Daddy said the only way he could keep you happy was to hold you. He even cleaned the carpets while holding you.
At this point we need to get going for baseball. We feed you again and you seem to be okay so we head out. You sleep the entire way to the game and you even fall asleep on the walk in to the Trop. Once we get settled its time to feed you again. (Yes, we feed you a lot.) Within just a few minutes you are sound asleep in my arms. So asleep that you barely stir when the crowd gets loud. Then...you wake up and vomit...everywhere. It was soooo gross! After a few minutes you vomit again. Yep, twice! I decide to go try to clean you up and change your diaper and you seem ok. We sit down and you vomit again! Daddy and I quickly decide that you might be hot and we move to the lower level. It’s no better you get sick again. This is the final straw and we decide to leave. (The Rays are tied.)
Once in the car you fuss for a little while and then fall asleep. We got home and you have a chocking episode. You used to have these all the time before the Zantac. After getting you settled I give you a bath and then a small bottle. You guessed it...you fussed more. I make more formula and you suck it down. Finally, you look tired. This time I didn't even read you a book. I just put you down with bobo and you fell asleep in minutes.
Should I even ask about tomorrow???
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