Fire sirens. Booming Thunder. Chihuahua's crying. My two year old niece squealing. You all have nothing on my Melrose screaming her lungs out.
For almost two hours we got to enjoy the peaceful sound of a (almost) four month old screaming so hard that her face was beet red, her tongue was quivering, her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was wide open letting out the most horrible of all baby cries.
The type of cry that cannot be fixed with food, snuggling, rocking, pacifier or act of god. Thank goodness I had Dan to help me. We took turns walking her around the house, arched back and all, trying to calm her down. We both, at one point, had to lay her down and walk away because obviously nothing we were doing was improving the situation.
She was tired, hungry and pissed off. So pissed off that she couldn't even concentrate on eating or sleeping. The kind of pissed off the reminds me that she is indeed my daughter with my super patient temperament.
Even placing the bottle or pacifier near her mouth would send her even deeper into this tailspin.
So how was this fixed?
By stroking her face and blowing on her face (to cool her down). This was enough to distract her long enough to stop her crying for a split second. In this split second I, in the quickest fashion, picked her up, threw the pacifier in her mouth and started to rock her in a vigorous manner.
She let out a few wimpers, but started to calm down. Once we were out of the 'danger zone' (her reverting back to the screaming) I swapped out the pacifier for the bottle and success! She ate and then went to bed. Yay.
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