I live with the banshee and I call her Zoey

This morning started off as usual since the afterbirth. 7am or earlier my baby girl starts to stir and start crying...Mr.C gets her and says "She's hungry, are you gonna feed her?" as if I didn't know she was hungry and like I wouldn't feed my child...30min of feeding till we all pass out again till around 9 or 10am...Screaming from the crib begins again..."She's hungry, are you gonna feed her?" I think I will say "Nope, not gonna do it" tomorrow to see what he does. Some times she goes back to sleep and sometimes she doesn't. Things have been like this for a while now off and on with some regularity. But today for extra fun she doesn't stop crying.

My little sweet child of now 6 weeks is practising her bone chilling screeches and testing her little wind pipes to see exactly how loud she can make noise and she chose today to do it. I pat her, sing, push her knees up to her chest (to crank out a fart), I put her on her tummy and then up over my shoulder and then on the bed on her tummy,I rock and swing her, we bounce in the bouncy/buzzy chair, I rub her back, made silly faces and googly eyes, nothing worked. So it was Mr. C's turn because she isn't calming down for me. She has had it with my shenanigans.

We live in a 1 bedroom house and you could hear a mouse fart with how thin the walls are. So I call sweetly "Michael", "Michael?", "Daddy?"...nothing. No sound of stirring, no bed creaking from him getting up, no sound of footsteps coming to soothe my sweet bellowing little baby. "Can he really not hear me or baby girl for that matter" I thought how unusual is that. Mr. C is normally a very and overly attentive Father, but where is he. Our child is screeching like a banshee. So I go to find out what's going on...or not going on. There is my love lying so peacefully on the bed real calm like, wait...are his eyes fluttering. Are you serious... He is pretending to sleep. So very calm and casually I say "Ahem...do you hear this shrieking child...do you think you come and soothe this baby." Now maybe that may have had a touch of sarcasm and tone but so did our child's cry. He did manage to get up with an evil glare of "how dare I disrupt his false slumber" and as soon as he held her lo and behold she stops her howling. That was all it took. I said thanks and I went to make breakfast while he rocked her. It wasn't long before she was asleep again. So we all passed out. We were up late the previous night.

Now I thought I did everything I could've possibly done to stop her from freaking out. Why did she stop with him. When she did fall asleep, he acted smug,like "was that so hard". Urg! Men sometimes,I swear.

Mr.C and I were finally up and at em and baby girl starts it up again. I have been able to decipher some of her cries, there is the sweet "wahh".... that says "I want attention", then the "ahhhh"...she is uncomfortable, usually a diaper change so better step on it quick...then there is the 3 alarm fire siren "Wahhh Ahhhh Ruuuuhhhh!!!!!...repeated over and over and over!!!!" meaning get it together and do something NOW I am pissed off cry!!!! We got to listen to this last cry for what seemed like and eternity today with baby girl taking short 5 to 10 minute naps in between so she could recharge her batteries for the next sound off.

I love this child with every fiber of my being, but wow, can she make you lose your sanity in aninstant! I wonder what is wrong with her, is she sick, does she need a diaper change, is she hungry, nope the culprit is the infamous gas mixed with constipation (I think because she hasn't do do'd in two days). The thing is there was nothing that we could do that would help her get it out. Mr. C rocked her and bounced her till he was about to fall over and I sang, nursed, played and cuddled her. We bathed her thinking the warm water will help her get it out. Nothing...so what do you do when you are at the end of your rope?, besides tie a noose in it and slip it over your head. Mr.C and I decided it was time to play the blame game. Dun Dun Duhh!!! He started with "do this" so I retort with a "do that" and that was all it took for us to squash our what seemed to be strong foundation of patience and gratitude. Yep! we threw it out the window just like that.

Finally after our little bickering match and short bout of the silent treatment, did we calm down and resumed being gracious to each other again; all about the time my little girl gave the screeching a rest and decided to sleep for a while to let us regroup and compose ourselves.

Gas and constipation are common for infants I was told, but never was I told how to stop it and how to maintain sanity while in the trenches.

Now she is out for the night I hope...for our sake. She let out some enormous farts accompanied by some belches and spit up. I think she is good for now. Its funny that when you are a tiny little infant is the only time when people are actually proud and excited by your bodily functions.

I hope tomorrow goes better than today. I don't like it when the banshee takes hold of my little girl ( I seriously think she was possessed) Ha ha!