Excuse this mess of a man you see before you and look at Ashtyn’s face.
Last night was the hardest night of Ashtyn’s life. She wouldn’t stop crying, she would throw up from crying so hard, she wouldn’t eat, and when she would eventually fall asleep…she would jolt awake in pain within 5 minutes and the cycle would repeat.
The worst part is…we still don’t know what’s wrong.
Today, Ashtyn has resumed last night’s activities and I’m trying to hold it together. I’ve been vomited on twice, I smell like stomach acid, my chest is soaked in snot and drool, my ears hurt, and my arms and shoulders feel like they are going to give out. And it’s only 10 AM.
Welcome to fatherhood.
My poor baby :( I’ll carry her all day if I have to, because as hard of a time as I am having…she has it so much worse.
Sorry for the rant, but I get so many messages about how perfect our family is. Don’t be fooled. Sometimes this shit is hard.