He wouldn't eat, sleep, or play. He didn't want to be held, rocked, put down, talked to, sung to, or bounce. He wanted nothing. Which I couldn't actually give him, so he basically spent his day crying and laughing.
He just couldn't decide how to feel. He was happy, sad, mad, happy, mad, and then happy again all in about 10 seconds. Literally.
This morning as I got ready and he fought sleep with everything in him he was watching Sesame Street.
We watched a recorded Ellen from last week at one point today, it was probably the longest he was quiet and content all day long. And who can blame him? Ellen works wonders. I am proud.
This was before his bath tonight. Super happy. However. Five seconds before this he was screaming, hence why we were even taking a bath.
And then he cried the entire time he was in the tub. It lasted about 3 minutes. So I got him out and we went to get jams on. And this was him.
Sorry for the overload. But you had to see. This was my entire day. Plus. I have to remind myself how much I love him because he's cute. Because that was sure tested today.
See how swollen his sad legs are?? And yes. I pulled his socks up that far. Haha.
Seriously. This was allllllll day long. All day. This was my first day of this stuff since I became a mom. I know it's only the first of many many more to come. And holy cow. I got nothing done. Absolutely nothing. I had laundry to fold, dishes to do, stuff to put away, tables to paint, errands to run, organizing to do, showering to do. I got some done after he finally went to bed, but the majority of my day was this:
I do love him when he is so cuddly. And I know I won't regret trying everything in my power to make him happy today instead of cleaning and doing my whole giant list of stuff.
However. I pray and hope soooo much that tomorrow he's back to feeling like his normal happy self.
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