Fussy Fussy
Ah, the honeymoon is over. This morning Paul brought Lux to me saying "here's YOUR daughter." She's not a cryer, but she was fussing and wouldn't be consoled. I did manage to calm her for a while, but it took a feeding, something that Paul isn't equipped to handle. I'm trying to convince him not to take her fussing personally, but he seems dubious. Of course, if he hadn't escaped to the relative peace and quiet of his office he could have watched as she continued to fuss for another couple of hours. The vibrating chair worked for a short while, until the explosive diaper incident. (The less said about that the better). Hopefully this is just a temporary phase that Lux is going through as she adjusts to life without grandparents in town to dote on her. Or maybe she just misses her umbilical cord.
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