The 3AM Experience

Last night was the first night Grace had EVER had a 'screaming fit.' It was about 3AM and she woke up crying at the top of her lungs for no apparent reason. Her little eyes were still shut, but I'll tell ya...her mouth sure wasn't! Let me preface my story by reminding you that it was 3AM and I felt like I left my brain on my pillow when my body jumped out of bed. My first thought was that she was hungry, but I looked at the clock and saw that she had just finished a bottle a little less than two hours before. Couldn't be that. My second thought was that her foot or hand was caught in between her crib slats, but no. Third thought: wet diaper. I was right about the diaper, but she still cried during the change and after. Grace hasn't broken any teeth through, so that was my fourth thought. I think that may have been part of the problem, but just as I was about to go downstairs to fetch the Tylenol the truth came barreling out.....of her bottom! She let out the LOUDEST "puffs of gas" as we call them, and then sighed in great relief. I couldn't help but laugh. Larry's comment as he lay nice and warm under the blankets? "Yep, that's what you needed baby girl!" Her little body laid lifelessly on my bed, her feet dangling off the side, already starting to snore. I picked her up, walked over to the rocking chair, cuddled her up and sang her back to a deep, deep sleep. Another unfortunate part of this story is that it took me almost an hour to fall back to sleep. The last time I looked at the clock it was 4:23AM. What after seemed like 15 minutes, our 6:30AM alarm went off and it was time to wake up the house. Oh how I pray Grace doesn't go through THAT again any time soon. It wasn't a good night for her, or for me!