We had out bi-weekly LifeGroup meeting last night. It was greast, as usual, but Emily started the evening off with a 10 minutes screaming, crying jag. NO ONE and that means Ron and I could get her to calm down.
We walked, we swung, we offered a bottle, I tried to nurse. Nothing. Tears streaming, red faced, and screams at the top of her lungs!
All of the sudden, she was staring at the ceiling fan, watching it go around and that was the end of the fit. So, all that, with a dozen other people around.
Then, after the girls had their oatmeal and were food-satisfied, Abby started in. She didn’t scream quite like Emily was doing, but she would start and stop. For no rhyme or reason, she’d just start crying and then stop. Then crying and then stop. Over and over and over. Again, no amount of cuddling or anything was keeping her happy. That is until Mommy took over (I was trying to eat while others passed her around). In Em’s case though, even I didn’t matter.
Oh what an evening!