About a month ago, before Amelia was born (AKA, before we knew how difficult she as going to be), a friend of ours invited Christian to a Twins game with a couple other guys. He "asked" if it would be OK, and of course at the time I was perfectly fine with it. Well, tonight was the night of the game...and I wish I'd never agreed to it! Luckily, I was thinking ahead, and asked my mom to take Olivia over night tonight, since she watches her tomorrow anyway, because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle her.
Today was definitely the most difficult day I've had with Amelia so far. She cried, and cried, and cried...all day long. And ate...all day. If she wasn't eating, she was crying. She refused to sleep or take a nap. I couldn't eat, I couldn't get anything done around the house. Man, I've never been so stressed out.
Breastfeeding is going really well still, thank god. Luckily I was still able to get a few pumping sessions in with all of the chaos today. It's so important that I stay on top of that, so I NEED to find the time to do it.
Christian worked, like usual, then was immediately off to the game. So, it was just me and Amelia, from Dawn to Dusk. I was an emotional wreck today, so I'm praying with all of my might that tomorrow will be a better day. PLEASE!! Rico seemed very perplexed by Amelia's sadness today...in one of the rare moments I was able to set her down, he snuggled up next to her...
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