Never thought it would happen to me.
Here I am. I have a baby with colic. He’s so gassy that he’s in pain. Pain that causes him to cry, squill, scream! And there is nothing nothing I can do until he passes that gas.
So I rock, and sing, and walk, and dance him. Trying anything everything to help him. Leg roles, bicycle kicks, tummy rubs, burps… Lots and lots of burping.
The crying continues, the screaming continues.
Does he know I’m here, does he know I love him, does he know we aren’t a CIO family and I would never ever just let him cry. Does he know how badly I want him to feel better.
Mama wants to take away the pain, mama would put you back inside so you never had to go through this.
I love breastfeeding but right now I HATE it. I know it’s causing him gas.
Maybe I should suck it up and give him Form….. Who am I kidding we can’t afford that.
No sleep and the dark starts seeping in. All that I did to prevent this and here it is slipping through the crack.. The crack of colic.
So right now we are crying, both of us. Crying cause he hurts. Crying for calm. Crying for sleep, crying
Laughter because I’ve gone crazy