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Friday, July 07, 2006
looooong night liz went to belmont to do the skillz class last night. not 30 minutes after she left, val began to rage and rage. then, she transformed into Teh Rage and raged some more. did i say rage? i meant RAGED. red face, tears squeezed through eyelids tightly shut against the world. let me tell you, there is nothing worse than watching your kid be in pain and being totally helpless to make it better. nothing helped. changed diapers three times, couldn't tell if they were pee-wet or sweat-from-raging wet. changed them anyway. for the price of those diapers, it was worth it to see her coo at herself in the mirror for a second before she realized it was quiet and continued RAGING. made her do situps/leg raises, which helped a little bit, but by and large, her tummy was hard with gas. =( did tummy rubs, massaged her back, tried the pacifier, walked around, patted her back, dressed her warmer, undressed her, put her face down on my lap and pat her back, bounced her on my knee. she'd settle down and root around, but the second i put a bottle in her mouth, the rage would start again. sigh. i was surprisingly calm and didn't give up, just felt awful that i couldn't fix it. crank calling liz with her wailing in the background made me feel better though. =D liz got home and of course val settled down. put them to bed, got a second wind and tried to get my old ass PC hooked up to my new airport extreme so we could print. except that nothing worked. the fricking job would spool but never print, saying the printer was busy. wtf? fiddled around with it for hours, then gave up and mailed the file to my mac and printed it from there, except the printer didn't seem to work correctly, the toner was wet and streaked to the touch. @#$%&!!! fiddled some more, replaced the ink heads, couldn't figure out how to run a diagnostic thing from the mac. i could on the pc but it still didn't want to talk to the printer. @#$%&!!! gave up after a couple hours and crawled into bed. |
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