Wednesday, October 10, 2007


Nora just woke up screaming at the top of her lungs as if someone was trying to murder her.

As I came running up the stairs (I honestly haven't heard her cry like that yet in her short 3 weeks on this planet), I wondered what on earth was wrong.

Now, my girl is not one to like poopy diapers. We don't worry about her getting a rash because the second she poops, she cries to let you know, and seconds later, she's clean.

And when she's hungry she starts slow and works herself into a pre-feeding frenzy, but nothing like what I heard today.

She's been fussy lately. Not burping as well after every meal, and she's been eating more (so you'd think she would burp more/louder/better).

So I picked her up, and just patted her gently on the back.


For someone so incredibly strong, I was impressed, and almost scared for her!

The burp that came out of her could have come out of a frat boy after chug-a-lugging the better part of a pony keg.

It could have been measured on the Richter Scale if we'd had her hooked up.

But she's sleeping like a baby now, no fuss, no muss.

Poor little thing!

1 comment:

Tammy said...

You'll be amazed at the stuff that can come out of little people!!!! Just wait... projectile pooping will come, someday! LOL!

Of course that hurt her little tummy like the dickens. But good for you, Miss Nora for taking care of it on your own.


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