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Spawn of Satan

Spawn of Satan


2:30am wake.
The crying began, this was normal so far. I changed her, made up a bottle and knew I'd soon be back in bed sleeping until the next feed.
WRONG!
She stayed awake, crying, crying, screaming, crying, dozing, waking, crying.
Dear god it was hell.
This was the first time of, hopefully, NOT many!
My eyes were so heavy, I scoured Ebay looking for those magic matchsticks that other Mum's surely use to stay awake! No luck, they must be sold out!
What was wrong? I tried winding her, it's like a game of Where's Wally but instead Where's Windy! There must be some in there somewhere, I pat her back, rub her back up and down, clockwise, anti-clockwise. There was no ease for her. I felt bad, I am Mummy, I should know what is wrong and be able to help her be happy, content and relaxed, my poor baby.

Hours ticked by to no avail!

Maybe she is a Devil Baby!!! Her horns are sprouting, her fangs will be coming through and her tail growing, that's why she is crying!!! All she will be missing by the end of this crying is a pitch fork!

The crying stops - thank you! 30 minutes passes with me climbing back into bed and sealing my eyes shut. Then it begins again. This crying continued until the next evening with only a few breaks in between.
What was wrong? You tell me!

Then to add to my spawn of Satan's evilness she cries whenever I eat. Yes, the secret to how I have lost all of my baby weight plus some! Whenever I get food, be it a snack or full blown meal, she cries. She takes after her Daddy, if I get myself food and not them then I have two crying babies! So it's easier to never snack and make portions small enough to shovel in before her crying smashes my plate!

My Mum and Dad thought I was exaggerating until they witnessed it for themselves around at their house for tea one day. Mum plated up the dinner half an hour after babies bottle and she had fallen asleep - hey presto - the baby awakens from her milk coma! She seems to just sniff it out! Maybe she has been observing my dogs too much!!

Don't get me wrong she is a very good baby majority of the time, she usually feeds and sleeps and giggles, except for the part where I eat. But these Devil days do appear every now and again! Those days I have to dress her in things with motto's on - "Mummy and Daddy Love Me" "I'm a Princess" just to remind me in my time of desperation!

Love you Munchkin!


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