This week, you cried. A lot. At least for the first 5 days. You didn’t cry the whole day of course. You did spare us that however during your rubbish hours, you were particularly difficult! The other 2 days of the week you also cried but not as much. And you probably slept a little more on those days too. Or at least that’s what it felt like. Maybe it’s that something started working…
We have been concerned that you seem to have a lot of wind. For you obviously, because you sound like you’re in a lot of pain but we have also been concerned for us too. That we’re not doing enough for you or not doing right by you. In typical new parent fashion however, we have been applying multiple remedies in the hope that something works. Which of course means that when the situation seems to take a turn for the better, we have no idea what worked.
Miss Julie, an old family friend said stroking up your back whilst you’re over my shoulder can push the air out. Your grandmothers both said that pumping your legs as though you were riding a bike can help move the air pockets. We also got some medicine that is supposed to help you expel excess air. In consideration for the fact that you can feed for 5-10 minutes at night and go straight back down without a fuss however, I also backed off the dairy in case there is a protein that is more prevalent in the day that you are finding it hard to digest. Maybe my diet affects the day’s milk but the night’s milk is different? And after speaking to a colleague who saw a professional say that there was no such thing as Colic, it is merely the overstimulation of infants, I have tried to feed you in quiet, peaceful rooms (ie. not where the tv is blaring).
As far as I can tell, something seems to be making it better. Or it could be a combination. But then again, maybe it’s just a case of good days and bad days…or the fact that you’re getting older and both growing and changing at a rapid pace. Who knows? Sometimes you cry and nothing seems to console you and sometimes you are quite content to feed, sleep and give us small pockets of an alert and curious baby girl. Sometimes in close succession!
This was the first week that you and I were on our own throughout the day as Sparky went back to work. Since we were left to our own devices, I decided to take an excursion to the city for a lunch date. We took the bus to the station and the train into the city. You were quite content the whole way. And when my colleague and I had lunch outside, I put you down on a cushion in Martin Place and you seemed perfectly happy. When I took you back to my office however, you had a go at screaming the place down. Something you did on the train trip home as well. So I fed you. Again.
The other days of the week, we stayed at home and indoors. I would have loved to have been able to go out on walks with you but in the middle of a heat wave with 45 degree + days, at home in front of an air conditioner was the only place I wanted to be. So I guess now that its just you and I through the weeks, we will get into a sort of routine together. I have so say things feel sort of new at the moment. When we first brought you home, I felt like somehow you’d been there for a while but now that 6 weeks has passed, it seems as though it was just yesterday when we brought you home! Apparently not though because you’re over 1 month old. Time certainly does fly.