We have many nicknames for Jamie:
“Jamie Poopy Pants”
and yesterday it was
“Jamie Cranky Pants”
No seriously. Jamie Cranky Pants doesn’t even begin to describe our little bundle yesterday. She was so freaking cranky that I can honestly say that for the first time in my mommy life (barely 4 weeks) I was frustrated. Not at being a mom, (I’m thrilled about that), I was frustrated that I couldn’t figure out what she wanted.
She would cry even though she was fed, bathed, fresh diapered, held, sang to, put in her swing, put in her bouncy seat, laid on her tummy time mat, and taken outside for a walk. She wouldn’t sleep for more than 20 minute stretches. She’d scream if I even tried to go take a pee. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. I didn’t know what else to do!!
So, I made up little songs about being “Jamie Cranky Pants,” and I’m pretty sure she didn’t appreciate it cause she pretty much gave me the “EFF YOU,” look all day- no exaggeration here. (It was only “eff you” though, and not the “F” word, cause she doesn’t know that word yet)
When my mom came over to give me a break so I could take a shower and finally pee she says, “Wow. Jamie looks pissed!”
Was it the Jamie Cranky Pants jokes I made all day?
Part of me wished that she could communicate with me so that I could give her whatever she wanted so she would stop with the crying. But, then I realized she probably would know the “F” word at that point and I’m not sure I’m ready for that, yet.