Look at my adorable yawn! Little does Mommy know....
It's 6pm....that means it's time to...
One minute he's a happy baby. Then the clock strikes 6 and he's miserable. He screams and cries, holds his breath and turns dark red. We pat his back, walk up and down the hallway, sing to him, swaddle him, talk to him, ignore him, burp him. Nothing works.
It's called COLIC and I hate it. The Baby Bible, otherwise known as "What to Expect The First Year", describes colic as follows:
"...crying turns to screaming, and the ordeal lasts for three hours, sometimes much longer, occasionally nearly round-the-clock.....Colic generally begins during the second or third week of life.....by twelve weeks it usually begins to diminish"
After complaining to Ryan's pediatrician and hearing the word "colic" uttered, I wanted to cry myself. Colic is so frustrating because absolutely nothing seems to work. It's just unexplained crying. I'm the kind of person who wants a reason. If he's crying, then there must be a logical explanation, or a problem that can be fixed. Right? Wrong.
I would love to hear advice or stories from other moms who have experienced this. Did you find anything that helps?