BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP

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.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP

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!