My intentions have been good, honest. Abby has decided that the only person in the house that she really wants when she's uncomfortable is me. She is on gas drops and just this week the doctor is trying soy formula, thinking she might have an issue with the milk protein in regular formula.
If that doesn't work, it's formula without the extra iron. Both her dad and older sister have issues with having too much iron in their system.
Needless to say, I've had one very cranky and unhappy baby. She's been screaming her head off for a minimum of 3 hours a day. On top of that, dealing with the other kids and trying to stay caught up on household stuff has left little time to do anything internet related. Hence why there are over 200 emails in my inbox that still need to be looked at. That's AFTER I've deleted all the spam I get daily.
Hopefully her gas issue will start fixing itself. We just switched to the soy formula yesterday, and already I'm seeing less inconsolable crying from her, so hopefully that will be the fix. I can handle crying, but seeing her in pain, with not being able to do anything for her and not being able to do anything but hold her while she screams gets too be too much.
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