It is 4:15 a.m. and I had to get away. I have been up with my new daughter since 1:45 a.m. I did everything multiple times--checked the diaper, tried to nurse, burped, bounced, shushed--and nothing worked. I finally turned her over when I couldn't see through the tears. It's quiet now as I listen from downstairs. Something must have worked.
I know these moments of frustration are far outweighed by moments of joy, but right now it's taking a lot of effort to be wabisabi.