Picking her up and holding her up in front of me, totally exasperated, I said, "What else do you want from me?! I feed you, change your poopy diapers, keep you clean, keep you safe, care for you.... And all you do is scream at me!"
Pouty deer-in-head-lights face stares at me then melts back into crying again.
"I don't understand Moriah! I've been right here in the same room with you all day! There's nothing wrong with you. Why are you crying?!?"
Totally irritated, I carry her over to the rocker, lay her down on the Boppy in my lap, and just sit there, pressing my fingers into my temples. I am seriously OVER the crying. After a minute she stops crying and I look down.
I start rocking in my chair, making "Woo-sahhh" sounds, trying to calm down. She giggles.
Some how I have got to figure out how to embrace the fact that my daughter just wants to be held 24/7. Nope, she's not out to get me. She's not trying to ruin my day or prevent me from getting anything accomplished. She. Just. Wants. To. Be. Held. She likes her mommy. Is that such a bad thing? No. So I need to be thankful and embrace it.