Day 2-Afternoon Meltdown

Well, day 2 appeared to be starting without a hitch. Christina had to be woken up (2 days in a row) and we started the day just chilling in the house, walking around, getting a nap. After she ate 5 oz (!!!), she then accompanied me outside to rake leaves for about one hour. She was in this very cute carrier (Baby Bjorn) and seemed to enjoy herself. She cooed, she laughed and, appeared very interested.

But I got to tell you, my back was hurting after this hour. I figure she weights 14 pounds and with the raking motion that was fairly big ( more or less 3 feet), the actual weight on my back was 450 pounds (did I tell you I failed physics?). Anyway, we came into the house to just chill, play with her small toys and just laugh with each other.

She then ate a little more and we went to do some needed shopping at BJs, as I figured I would need 12 pounds of back rub after the grueling morning. We then went to Home Depot and, while there, a strong smell of sweet poo came to my nose. When we went to the restroom, I noticed a big poopie that had overflowed to her clothes. The good news is that they had a changing table at Home Depot (how contemporary for a tough lumber store). So I had to change her...I looked into the bag: first observation: no wipes! So I used paper towels wet in water. Second observation: the clothes were for a newborn. She is slightly bigger than a newborn now. And to top it all off, the diapers were slightly small! Christina laughed at the situation, which forced me to do the same and we made due.

We went back home and the hard part came: from roughly 1:35PM up to 3:20PM, the crying was non stop. I changed her in better clothes and diaper, I tried to feed her, I tried to walk her around, I put on music, I put her on a swing, nothing worked. I had to take two adult time outs. If you need an explanation on that one, call me! Anyway she ate a little at 3:20PM, slept on my shoulder and we then had to pick up her sister...She cried on the way there, was OK on the way back, cried at home until her mother came. She also struggled until her bath at 8:15...Let's just say I needed to step out.

I went to the gym and it cleared my head really good. In hindsight, I felt so incompetent with her. In fact, she is struggling with her mother being gone and having to drink the bottle type of milk. I struggle because I feel so helpless...and in some way I am...it is so hard to accept...maybe I should have let her transition at daycare instead of me...I really don't mean that...I think...