Of course the day I blog about how I was worried that my baby was sleeping so well, she decides that she has had enough of that nonsense.
I honestly don't know what was going on with her last night, but it had all of us worried (including my mom).
Normally, our nighttime routine is easy. Caroline is an enthusiastic and efficient nurser, finishes nursing with that happy, milk-drunk face, belches loudly, squawks for a minute when she gets her diaper changed, and then passes out and gets put to bed. This has been her routine literally since the day she was born.
Last night, after eating around midnight, she never settled down. She ate longer than usual, but when she quit eating, she started screaming (that had never happened before). She didn't burp for me, and her fussing wasn't typical crying but was the full-out screaming where her mouth was wide open and her tongue was pulled up. Sure, she's done her share of crying, but we had never seen her like that.
We finally got her to settle down, but even when she went back to bed she wasn't fully relaxed. She was making grunts and groans and doing lots of moving from midnight until 4am. She wasn't sleeping well, and neither were we. At 4, I got up and fed her again,. She seemed to want to eat, but she never relaxed. And when she was finished, she did the same freak out thing, screaming when I tried to burp her. It really seemed to me that she was in pain, although I had no idea WHY. She would only settle down if I held her upright against my chest and even then she was tense. Anytime I would shift in the recliner, or try to change her position, or if she started to fall asleep and then her position changed, she would cry. Not a wimpy cry, but a seriously LOUD screaming cry.
So I held her in the recliner (trying not to move) until about 6am, when I thought she was settled enough to lie back down. Nope. She started screaming again. By this time, my mom was up and she took her and tried to walk around with her, but she was having none of it. There was nothing we could do to chill her out.
I was starting to get seriously worried. I couldn't stand to listen to her scream, or to listen to her whimpering when she wasn't screaming. She'd barely slept all night and she was definitely not acting like herself. My mom took her temperature under her arm and it was 99.5. Her head felt warm to my touch, and her little body was still so tense. I took her back from my mom and tried to rock her in the recliner and get her settled down. She was crying so hard that it made me start crying. It really seemed to me that she was hurting and I didn't know how to fix it. In desperation, I tried to giver her a pacifier, but she was having none of it.
She finally dozed off for a little bit, but after eating again around 9am, she did the same thing and we decided it was time to call the pediatrician. I don't know if two weeks is really long enough for babies to have a pattern, and I know that things change as they grow, but she was just acting so unlike herself. I was scared. David made the appointment and they got us in right away.
I hated the thought of putting her in the carseat since she was crying so much whenever we moved her, but we got her strapped in and she actually settled down when the car started moving. She was still whimpering and groaning a little bit (sooooo pitiful--it broke my heart).
We got to the doctor's office by 11am and David checked in while I got her out of her car seat to hold her in the waiting room. I was anxious and I'd been up since 4am and I hadn't showered and I was so worried that she was going to have a fever or an infection or we were going to discover a serious health issue.
And, for the first time in TWELVE HOURS, she snuggled up against me, relaxed, and fell fast asleep.
Are you FREAKING kidding me?
By the time we went back to actually see the doctor and get checked out, she was so peaceful that when I laid her on the bench to undress her, she sprawled out on her back and only woke up when I pulled her onesie over her head.
Her temperature was down to normal.
She woke up for the exam and sat, perfectly content on David's lap as the doctor moved the stethoscope over her chest and tummy. He checked her ears, listened to her heart and lungs, and found nothing wrong. And she had magically morphed back into happy baby.
CLEARLY she is trying to make me insane. Or at least make me appear that way to our pediatrician.
Fortunately, our doctor was supremely nice and understanding about everything. He compared it to taking your car to the mechanic--once you're there, it quits making that weird noise. He said that he was sorry he didn't have an answer for us, but was glad that whatever had happened was no longer happening. His best guess was that she really needed to poop, as we mentioned that she'd had two small dirty diapers overnight and then a huge poop around 10:30am. Of course, it's weird that a breastfed baby would have that kind of issue, but it did seem like she had a tummy ache. And then it cleared up...
We left the doctor's office feeling a little foolish, but mostly relieved. I guess if we'd waited it out, she would have been fine, but I was not going into the weekend without knowing that she was okay. I had NEVER heard her scream like that before!
She's been back to her usual happy self ever since the doctor's office.
So instead of declaring myself crazy, I'm just going to hope that she's cured. We'd all like to get a little more sleep tonight.