File under: I can't leave the house for 3 hours...
Leaving a bottle with 3 oz of boob juice in the fridge, and telling my husband "give him 1.5-2 ounces if he's hungry while I'm gone." I come home and all 3 oz are gone, and I have one screaming baby on my hands. He has been incredibly fussy ever since. So now I need to find a different type of nipple for the little lad, and have spent all day since trying to console him. Every time I think I've got him settled (gas drops, bouncing, cuddling, massive poop, belly massage, bath) he starts screaming at the top of his tiny lungs again. Poor guy.
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