Manic Monday

Scott and George slept like angels on Sunday night, but woke up possessed by the devil Monday morning!  It started with the 8am feeding - neither finished their bottle.  This resulted in the babies being hungry well before the next feeding, so they ate a little in between.  This cycle continued with both of them throughout the day so I ended up feeding at least one of them every 2 hours.

George somehow managed to pee out of his diaper in the morning, wetting both his outfit and the crib.  Not to be outdone, Scott did the same (after I changed the crib sheets, of course). Between the two of them, I changed 5 outfits and 3 crib sheets in the span of about 6 hours.   

Scott and George literally did not sleep more than 15 minutes at a time on Monday.  They would not sleep in their crib, their Rock-n-Play Sleepers, or their bouncy seats.  I held them, rocked them, walked with them - no sleep.  Their crib mobile and Sleep Sheep music did nothing to soothe them.  

I changed them, fed them, and changed them some more.  Yet all they would do was cry.  ALL.  DAY.  LONG.  Heartbreaking cries with real tears, and nothing I did would comfort them. It was the most helpless feeling, knowing that they needed something and I could not figure out what it was.

And of course, 10 hours later when their Daddy came home - the crying stopped.  Scott and George were perfect angels again, making me look like a complete liar about how horrible my day had been!  They're lucky they are cute.....

George on left, Scott on right - 6 week old