Maybe I Spoke Too Soon...?

So I spend all weekend writing about how you are the perfect baby, Sophie.  You never cry, you rarely fuss.  I think after hearing all of those things you thought "I'll show them!"  The last week or so has been CRAZY.  It started out with you not pooping (one thing about having a baby - you start thinking, talking, and dreaming about poop more than you ever thought possible).  You would grunt and grunt and grunt and grunt - trying to poop - your face would turn all shades of red, and when you would finally poop out a tiny bit it was a weird color and consistency.  Then you would shriek out and start crying.  As you were grunting you would interlace your fingers together and squeeze like crazy.  It looked like you were pleading with someone to please just let you poop.  Poor thing.  

You stopped eating much, were only sleeping a few hours a day, and were generally just grumpy.  We decided to go ahead and try a little watered-down apple juice to see if that would help.  Before you even finished it you were pooping away.  We were ecstatic.  Of course shortly after you threw up all over the place...so that was fun.  We gave you a quick bath, and the world was right again.

The following day you were still having trouble pooping so we tried a little more juice (1/2 oz this time to try to avoid the puke fest).  It worked for the poop problem, but you have continued to be fussy (we haven't used the apple juice since).

Yesterday I was feeling like I was going stir crazy.  I just needed to get out of the house.  So I packed you up, and off we went to Target.  I figured we could just shop around for a bit and Mama could stretch her legs.  The second we walked through the door of Target, though?  You threw up.  Without missing a beat, I turned the cart around, and we headed back to the car and back home for another bath.  *sigh* (the picture below does not do the mess justice)

Last night I went to buy you some gas drops because we thought maybe now that the poop troubles had passed you were having gas troubles.  They seemed to help a little but definitely weren't the miracle cure I was hoping for.

Today you were back to your old self this morning - napping as usual and basically being a happy lady.  But this afternoon?  Miss Crabby Pants reemerged and you threw up all over Mommy.  You're not sleeping enough, you're not eating enough, and now you're throwing up every day...I don't think any of us know what's going on.  :-/

Even with all your digestive issues, you are still a happy baby...most of the time.  And we love you to pieces :)  I have found that some of the grossest things are also some of the funniest.  I think the hardest part is watching you suffer and not really being able to help you much.  We have your two-month appointment with the doctor next week, so hopefully we'll get some answers if everything doesn't work itself out before then.