Sex Panther by Odeon

At midnight last night, we fed the baby sticking to the every 2 1/2 to 3 hour feeding schedule that nightmares are made of like the good parents that we are.  Usually, the baby being satisfied, goes right back to sleep.  Not last night though...

1:14 AM...Wake up to screaming baby, pick her up, she falls asleep, put her back in bassinet.

1:29 AM... Wake up to screaming baby, pick her up, she falls asleep, put her back in bassinet.

1:34 AM... Wake up to screaming baby, pick her up, she falls asleep, put her back in bassinet.

Are you seeing a pattern here?

1:44 AM... Wake up to screaming baby, pick her up, she falls asleep, put her back in bassinet.

2:02 AM... Wake up to screaming baby, pick her up, swaddle her so tight the only thing missing is a sarcophagus, put her back in bassinet.

Finally she stays asleep for longer than 15 minutes.  I thought it was my skills of a daddy, but it turns out she kept waking herself up for a specific reason...

This.  Child.  Won't.  Stop.  Farting.

Her farts were waking her up.  The only thing I can deduce is that my superior swaddling skills made a swaddle so tight that it closed off some interior valve or something and it allowed her to get some sleep.

And oh man the smell.  Baby farts are up there with dog farts in terms of pungency.  Think of Sex Panther, by Odeon.

What I really think is that she just got used to it. Like her hiccups.  She's so small, they shake her entire body, but she is able to sleep through them.  This is now the same for her farts.  This continued all day until this evening when she finally pooped.  

We know this is a by-product of the formula supplement and that it will (hopefully) stop once she can go exclusively to breast milk.  To mitigate it, we are now burping her every five minutes while feeding her so she lets go some of that gas before it is allowed to... fester.  She is so small but can produce such a stink.  My wife says she takes after me.  I think she's probably right.