The in-laws have been here for the weekend, which has been a nice break. It continues to amaze me how much difference having just one more set of hands around makes. Bottles get washed, food gets made, naps get started, all without my doing anything, which is such a relief. I actually drove the husband to work sans Jacob, the first time I have left the house without him since he arrived. Surreal but liberating, those 25 minutes on my own. I don't really want to move to Utah any time soon, but sometimes I regret being so far away from the generous help of the extended family.
Jacob is currently (always?) suffering from gastro-intestinal distress (he IS my child, after all) and appears to be experiencing a major growth spurt as well. Last night, things reached a fever pitch as we were driving home from Osaka, our favorite Asian fusion place, at which he had been out of sorts for the whole dinner. Once in the car, he decided to scream. And scream. And scream. And scream some more, all the way home and even into the house. It was, in a word, tortuous. This biological predisposition to respond to babies crying, particularly my own baby crying, is trying, to say the least, when you absolutely cannot respond because to do so would mean breaking the law and taking him out of the car seat. But man, never been so tempted to break the law in my life!
I think we might head to the pediatrician's office after my in-laws fly home and see if there is something more we can do for Jacob, since he really is miserable. There is nothing more heart wrenching than watching him suffer through stomach cramps he can't control or alleviate. At the very least, the doctor can be my therapist, if there is nothing to be done for my son.
More pics of the grandparents visit soon. Even ill, he's still cute!