Thursday was a very difficult day at Base Camp B. Our baby was unhappy.
It started Wednesday night when I noticed some green mucus in his diaper. We looked it up in our “first year” book and confirmed it was newborn diarrhea. Our normally placid little guy turned into a crying, screaming, super upset baby.
From six a.m. to noon he had nine wet-plus diapers. He was so uncomfortable and I felt terrible for him. Luckily, it was diaper service pick-up day, so I could say sayonara to the really yucky diapers we’d collected that morning.
I called the nurse at our pediatrician’s practice who said her only concern was B’s moodiness as he’s usually pretty low-key. She said I’d have to give it 24 hours.
The only thing that comforted B was nursing, which I understood because every bit of food going in was going right through. By the time C got home both B and I were were in tears.
But then, we had a pretty good night.
And after that, we had a better morning. We slept, we ate, we slept more. Let’s hope this trend keeps up! Today is a snowy day in Mile High and we’re happily camped out in the living room.