The fussiest episode ever

I went for a short stroll at the park this evening (I have been trying to walk slowly for about 20 minutes a day every evening) and when I came back, Brandon was trying to console Max. I took the kid and he calmed down for a bit when I rubbed his belly (I thought he had gas). After he appeared to be calm, I sat in the glider with him and began to read another story.

Wrong move, Jen.

Max began to cry and scream--and there were actual tears this time. So, I pulled out all the tricks I knew--walking, singing, talking, bouncing, etc., and still Max would not stop sobbing. I tried rubbing his belly again. Didn't work. I noticed he had a wet diaper (which was weird because Brandon had just changed it right before I got back from the walk). Even with a clean diaper, Max still screamed. I must have tried to calm him down for at least 15 minutes before I pawned him off on Brandon. Then Brandon tried and tried to no avail.

As a last resort, I made Max a bottle. Didn't want to and shouldn't have needed to because he had just eaten an hour and a half earlier.

And yet that's all he needed.

More freaking food.