Today’s achievement: Projectile vomiting. Oh, yeah. Started at 1 in the afternoon. Continued until we put her to bed at 6:30, since which time she’s been waking up about every 1/2 hour and moaning piteously. Is there anything more heartbreaking than a baby who is so tired she can’t even hold her head up, but feels so yucky and gross that she just can’t sleep? And there’s nothing you can do about it except nurse her and rock her and even that doesn’t help? And Mr. Squab gets so wound up and anxious about it that he can’t even eat his dinner?
No. No, there is not. It’s gonna be a long night.