So we've been parents AND students for two weeks now. I decided to take 2 psych evening classes which are each just once a week, an Irish dance class just for funsies, and a social dance class on Friday nights for couples only (with Sam, of course). So I have 7 credits, and Sam has 14 and is working part time. Lucky for us, the only time when neither of us can watch Jori is when we have our dance class together (of course), and my parents watch her then. I'm really grateful: I didn't want to have to leave Jori with babysitters all the time, I'd rather it's Sam or I taking care of her the majority of the time. Well. Sort of.
Jori's fussiness...hmm. I don't know if it's getting better or not. I feel like I'm at the end of my rope most days, but I suppose I can't be even if I want to be. I tried going off of dairy but it didn't make much difference. We started giving her her medicine twice a day instead of once, but I don't know if it helps or not...but I think it does? Some. It just doesn't really solve the problem.
I guess to be honest, I wish I had a time machine and the Ariel of the future could come and tell me "Don't worry! Jori is a totally different baby at 4 months than at 2 months-she mainly only cries when there's an obvious reason, like being tired or hungry. And she's good at entertaining herself now, I promise." Fingers crossed.
Still, even though she cries a lot, there are delightful moments where she'll smile and coo and laugh for us that are a real treat. I can't even say enough how much I cherish those moments, since it feels like they're so infrequent (and I'm sure they're not-it's just hard to put things in perspective WHILE she's crying). Right this moment actually, she's hanging out on one of her favorite spots: her changing pad, chatting to her daddy and kicking. What a doll.
I told Dave (my missionary brother) this in a letter the other day: I kind of had a mini-revelation a couple of weeks ago. Jori was crying and crying while I was at my parents house alone doing laundry, and I was very frazzled. But I thought of that scripture in 1st Nephi thats something along the lines of "For the Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them to accomplish the thing which he hath commandeth them."
I've heard this several times before, but I also realized something in that statement. Perhaps others parents COULDN'T handle Jori. She came to us on purpose: it wasn't a chance thing that she became ours. The Lord knew exactly what He was doing. And He loves her even more than I do. He wouldn't have sent her to Sam and I if we weren't capable of being patient enough to love her the way she deserves-maybe some don't have the potential we do. But Jori is counting on us and Heavenly Father is, too. It was a humbling thought, and I've been grateful for it since.
Just so you know though, since I haven't had the guts or tact to address someone about this: please don't comment on how fussy Jori is, like "man I'm glad I don't have a baby like yours" or anything along those lines. It's discouraging: we're doing our best, and she doesn't mean to cry so much. Commenting on it doesn't do anyone any good, except perhaps amuse the comment-maker. Please don't. Ok? Ok. :)