The last couple of days, Laura has been extra fussy and I can't figure out what is wrong. Yesterday, every time I set her down or put her in her swing, she would start to fuss. She usually loves her swing. And today in church, all I could hear for the first 5 minutes of my relief society lesson, was my baby's cry coming from somewhere out in the hall. Well, it sounded more like a scream. I thought it would be some good father-daughter bonding time, but after 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore. I found Peter in an empty room with the light out sitting on a chair staring at our screaming baby on his lap. Laura has always been an alert and crazy baby, but this is somewhat unusual for her. I can't figure out if she is teething, sick, has gas, or what. Maybe I should give her some infant Tylenol. I am just hesitant to give her medicine when she cries, because I don't want to be drugging my baby every time she seems fussy. But then again, I don't want her to be feeling unnecessary pain. It is hard to be a mother. I feel like I don't know what I am doing.
I have to admit though, I really enjoyed how she laid on my shoulder while she cried this afternoon. It is so much fun to cuddle with my baby, and she has never been a cuddler. She always wants to be standing up in my lap looking at everything going on around her. It is nice to feel her little head resting on my shoulder, even if she is crying.