Kelly Chen

I think I’ve reached a new low point in the endless stream of crap that is my life.
Why this child will not be taking a good nap ????? And what the EFF is with interrupted sleep ?????
Last night: bed at 7.30. Bottle 10:00 (not slept for about 30 minutes). Back to bed. Fussing at 2:12 in the effing morning. And again at 3:08. And 4:14. And 5:31. And 6:04. For the love of chocolate, kid. Just close your eyes, stop this incessant whining, GO TO SLEEP AND !!!!!!!!!!
At 7:00 am for a bottle. Nap from 9:00 until 9:20. Banana & bottle 11:00. Very, very, very, very, very crabby before noon. Laid him for another nap at 12h50. Awoke at 1:10, shouting his head, but refuses to return to sleep. So I closed the door, turned on the washing machine, organized a series of dryer, closed the door of my room, turned on the television, and took a nap. I’m sure he was crying all the time, but I did my best to ignore. Hey, the dog was in the crib with him, so I knew he was fine. Got it at 3:00 for more banana and a bottle. He nodded off for about 2 minutes, I landed in the cradle. Big mistake. Suddenly woke up and started screaming and crying, refusing to stop for more than 3.2 seconds. I tried to walk, rocking him, singing for him, swinging him, was in his crib, talking to him and, finally, all the screaming expletive that I knew him. He still has not, then I started sobbing, making cry even harder.
I turned off the light and left him in his crib while I folded and socks and underwear. When I returned to him, he was crying so hard that he stopped breathing. Several times more. Scream, keep breathing, the passage of 3 or 4 seconds. I chose him and held him for a few minutes to calm him down, and he gave me a big gummy smile when I changed his diaper. Like, "ha ha ha, I win again."
And I did not mention the Jags crying after he eats. I have to fix it with the head elevated and try to stop wiggling around him after finishing the bottle, or fall into place. Who sends in a rage, because he wants to sit. So do I ask and listen to scream it gulps a lot of air, which gives him a huge belly and made him run? Where do I go to him as he wants, which puts too much pressure on her belly, and to vomit everything back up?
I am ready to drive to Walmart, a label back on his forehead, and leave it on the treadmill at the checkout. Perhaps that you allow me to trade for an iPod.
But I am satisfied with a 6-pack of Coke.

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