There are a few things that you come across in life that should be direct indicators that Satan is trying to jump on your back.
1. Dieting
2. Speeding tickets
3. Husband forgetting to take the trash out
4. The colic
I distinctly remember telling people that Little could not have been too far from the colic. I'd like to withdraw that remark.
Blue has/had the colic. We are finally getting to the point now where we can smile at each other.
When we went to the pediatrician, he asked how things were going.
Well,...
Umm,...
It's not.....uh,.....we are failing as parents.
He asked if we were there inquiring about the return policy. I sighed in relief, because yes, that was exactly why I was there.
Well, more like the lay-away program. We'll come back for him. You just call us when he's better. Okay?
Pediatrician wanted to change some things around. Try some medicines. Give us another chance.
Well, there was some improvement for about two days, then back to the same routine.
Hello colic and reflux.
That medicine, he still spits up. That 34 dollar formula, it's a rip off. That colic, we're getting over it.
Turns out the best treatment for colic is time. It gets better. The baby does like you. In the end, neither you nor the baby are crying.
And when there is a slight improvement, you can look back at the things along the way that you forgot to laugh at.
During a particularly fussy day, I had finally gotten Blue settled after an all morning crying spell. He was resting comfortably in his car seat, because the car seat or swing is where you put a baby with reflux. I sat down on the couch, trying to fight back the tears while enjoying the quiet. Then it happened. After about 5 minutes, Blue let loose screaming. Little said, "Oh, no. Not again."
Another difficult day, Blue was so upset that I couldn't soothe him. I'm telling you he would not let up. Just as calm as could be, Little picks up the telephone, puts it to her ear, and says, "Hello, Ambulance. Can you come get Brother, pleeeeease?"
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