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The Excitement Ebbs |
Oh,
you’re still here? Well don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Today
it was raining very hard here, which squelched my plans for a long walk around
the presidential palace gardens. It
was all for the best though since Annabelle was in a mood.
Usually,
my baby is quite cheerful and as Allison called her, “Miss
congeniality”. But today, she
was crying and screaming and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I went through my list: fed? Check, clean diaper? Check, nap
time? Check, pooped recently?
check… What else, what else???
Well,
after picking her up and carrying her around, which has always calmed her down
before (and it didn’t even make a dent this time) I tried a series of
things. Of course, by attacking on
all fronts, I still don’t know what the problem was/is but something in
my list did help her.
1. gas drops. Reaction: still crying
2. baby ambesol
– reaction: crying harder, then stopping for a few minutes, then starting
again
3. homeopathic
teething tablets – reaction: none
4. banana baby food
(she LOVES banana to distraction) – reaction: quiet while eating then
wailing again
5. extra, off
schedule bottle – reaction: refuses it, still crying
6. cold teething
lobster toy – reaction: hates it
7. Baby motrin
– reaction: still crying, then only a few minutes later, totally happy.
But
the baby motrin couldn’t work in just a few minutes could it? So
something else on the list must have helped. Anyway, it was the first time I
haven’t been able to soothe her just by picking her up and jiggling her
around. It’s so
heartbreaking to see a baby scream with tears welling up and running down her
face and she’s wrapping her chubby arms around your neck but still
crying. Oh, it was awful. I
can’t imagine how I’ll deal with her first ear infection….
The
other bright spot today (can you tell I’m being sarcastic?) was that I
looked at my return trip itinerary for the first time today and saw that my
incredibly dense travel agent has me sitting in Frankfurt for 8 hours! 8
frickin’ hours?! I cannot
believe there is not a single flight he could have gotten me on that left a
little earlier than 8 hours after I arrive at 5:40 am. Grrr. 8 hours with a possibly getting-sick
infant and me tired since the flight leaves Almaty at 3am. It’s not going to be pretty
folks. And then, just to make it
worse, he has me connecting through Dulles (I hate that airport) and gives me
less than two hours to clear customs and immigration and navigate the
airport-from-hell-with-its-stupid-mobile-lounge-system. Well, at least I’ll be ending this
trip with an experience in tenor with the entire trip!
Sorry,
no pics today, it was too hard of a day.
Have I mentioned how much I can’t wait to be home (even though
getting there is apparently going to resemble passing Dante’s rings of
hell, levels 1-3)
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