Cooperation...

...is not my middle name. Mama has that mastitis thing again, for the 8th time. It makes her tired and sore and feverish and feel pretty yucky all over. In spite of that, I have spent the last 83 minutes screaming at the top of my lungs instead of taking a nap. I stop crying when Mama comes in to turn me over or to rub my belly or sing me a song, but I start up again the second she moves away from my crib. To be honest, it's exhausting. I really need to get some rest.

Make that 84 minutes.

Update: After more than an hour and a half of screaming at the top of my lungs, Mama finally gave up on the nap idea. I was still crying, so she brought me to her bed to cuddle and I immediately fell asleep for 45 minutes. Finally! I was pooped.