Pushing through

Okay, this is not the most flattering photo of me, but it might just be the only one of Lauren and I to date. I'm not looking so hot in general and go running when cameras come out, but at least she is not screaming in it.

Since Lauren arrived, the blog has suffered. I wonder why that is? Oh wait, I think it's because it is taking two grown, fairly capable, and intelligent people, 24 hours a day and four hands to care for this screaming nearly 3 week old squawk box. Squawkey as I lovingly refer to her.

We were on a positive role, with Squawkey feeding like clockwork every 3 hours and going back to sleep at night without an issue. However, that seems to be changing. Last night she woke up at 3:30 a.m. and screamed until noon.

She broke her parents.

Luckily we cracked at different times, so at 5:30 a.m. when I had all I could take, Norm stepped in, then later on when his eyes were showing signs of insanity, I took over for a bit. In the end I broke down and gave her some gripe water and she almost immediately conked out and slept for a couple of hours.

The dad is going back to work on Monday and this mom is scared! He seems to have more patience with her and can calm her when I just don't know what else to do. How am I going to do it alone?