Any of you who have shared a hotel room or a car ride with me, or have spent any time around me at all can appreciate this: Kate's got gas. Not much spit-up (generally speaking), hardly ever a burp, but this kid can wake me up out of a dead sleep in the middle of the night with the most obscene flatulance imaginable. She sounds like an old man -- at least we know she's mine!
Last night was kind of tough -- she slept fine, but then when Kim fed her and put her down, she had some gas going. So she started grunting. For 45 minutes. Twice. Not crying, nothing that's hurting her, just grunting every few seconds, then stop, then grunting again. It's pretty surreal ...
Anyway, her second feeding ended just before my alarm was about to go off -- is it too good to be true? Palos?
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