I cornered off an area for her against the wall and laid down next to her. She was quite unhappy, despite being in my bed in my room. I checked the timer and figured she could be hungry, so I nursed her, then spent a while trying to get her to burp. She finally did and quieted down a bit -- she had obviously had some painful gas. She was still fussy and I was not about to hold her and walk around, so I put on Beethoven's Piano Sonata and used an app on my phone that makes the screen change colour and I just held the phone in front of her.
She calmed down immediately and watched the screen and listened to the music. After a few minutes, I changed the screen to show a moving spiral... that made her get sleepy. After a couple more minutes, I turned off the screen and music and she fussed for about three minutes, then fell asleep.
She was up close to every hour or two, though she did get in one 3-4 hour stretch. Usually, when she woke up, she'd just cry. She wasn't hungry. She didn't have a dirty diaper. She was just in pain from the teething. It was terrible. Needless to say, I knew around midnight that I wouldn't be going to Zumba.
She woke at 0800 and mildly fussed for 40 minutes before giving in and going back to sleep. Those 40 minutes were full of me trying to sleep, but constantly being awoken by her verbally fighting against sleep. Then she woke up at 0950 and I was able to stay in bed for 15 minutes before she got fussy enough to where I got up and gave her to my mom.
I went to rehab and she mashed me pretty good and said that my muscles were really tight and it's hard on my body when I don't get sleep and am unable to exercise.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Today's picture is of Eisley during dinner. I was feeding her sweet potatoes and as I came in with the spoon, she moved her arms and head and I got sweet potatoes on her forehead. Oops...
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