Last night was rough. Ingrid kept waking up, barfing, screaming, and barfing some more. Her Zantac didn't help at all, and the only thing I could do to keep her calm was to rock her for hours. By the time it was 6 am, all I wanted was a cup of coffee and some peaceful non-screamy snuggle time with my poor refluxy baby.
Then, after stuffing diapers (I use cloth pocket diapers- Rumparooz and Fuzzi bunz) and watching trash tv, I went shopping with my mum.
Lazy, perfect day.
Ingrid ended up having a great evening too- she discovered that she owns a pair of hands while sitting in her pappy's lap.