I guess? After work I picked up Randy from the sitter at the usual time and we headed home. He played for about 15 minutes and even tried some fun dip from his Easter basket. Around 4:45, he began crying. Hard. He did not want a snack. He did not want a bottle. He did not want juice. He just cried. He did not want to be held. He did not want to lie down. He just cried.
I got him settled around 5:15 and he napped for about 30 minutes. He woke up crying again. And he cried. And he cried. By this time dad was home. He tried water, bottle, juice, taking him outside, walking around. He tried everything. I took him and I tried to calm him. I even called his sitter and asked her if he had been cranky today. She assured me that he was fine all day.
I was beginning to worry. Randy does not cry much; well not cry. He'll scream or whine if he's not getting this way, but he does not really cry. And I'm not sure if I can explain this cry. It was strong and piercing. It seemed as if he was in some type of horrific pain. The worst part was that there was nothing we could do to soothe it. And then somewhere around 7:15, the crying stopped. He slurped down 4 oz of formula and got down to play. He played for about an hour, ate one jar of baby food, took his meds, brushed his teeth, and went to bed. It was weird.
I guess Randy can have a bad day too..... So why am I still worried?
8 months ago