Worst Day Yet

Sebi spit up his entire morning meals and has been crying pretty heavily all day long. When he did sleep, it was fairly fitful. Mariah read that 6 weeks is when babies are their fussiest, so I hope this is as bad as it gets. It's been that loud crying that makes you irrational. I start resenting the fact that he doesn't appreciate my bouncing technique, then I remember that he's been alive for less time than most movies have been in theaters. The worst part is it seems like all of our tricks for calming him down are effective for only a couple of days, then he catches on. He hates to go to sleep because he doesn't want to miss anything, so when we try something like swaddling him, it is almost as if he gets this look on his face that says "I remember what this is! You'll never take me down!" Our trick for the day has been "going skin-to-skin." It's where you take off his onesie and your shirt and lay him on you. Twice today he went from 60 to 0 in a little under 4 seconds. When the mother does it, it is supposed to help her body sense what types of antibodies he needs and then deliver them to him through the breast milk. It is also good for the father to do it so the baby can feel a closeness to him. At the risk of humiliating myself (at least what I have lost in muscle mass since college I have more than made up for in body fat), here is a few preview pictures of what things are going to be like after church once football season starts. You may also notice a change in Sebi's designer underwear. We have switched to cloth diapers and we are not looking back. The inside is unbelievably soft, so I'm sure he would prefer it to his disposables. However, we have already gone through 6 today and we only have 12. For a kid that's only about 1/20th my size, he sure can generate the laundry loads.