My little bug is 2 months old today! The first 3 weeks were great, the last week has been good, and the 4 weeks in between.....hell. Just kidding, not hell, but very very hard. If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you know that I'm all "having a sick kid gives you perspective". I can hear my own words "after dealing with what we did with Lilah, a healthy newborn will be a piece of cake". Ha. Haha. You know what that kind of glib confidence gives you right? A swift kick in the rear.
Because nothing makes you abandon all 'perspective' like a hysterically screaming infant that will. not. stop.screaming! Unless maybe it's a baby that spends all day long smiling peacefully, tricking you into thinking tonight will be different, only to start wailing uncontrollably the minute you start thinking about laying your head on the pillow. Ada alternated these 2 approaches--to keep us on our toes:).
I'll tell you people, I pride myself on being somewhat 'tough'...mentally at least. Riiiiiight. What I learned is that I'm the weakest of weaklings. Powerless against the mental assault of an 11 pounder. I have the utmost respect and sympathy for parents that deal with real colic...because whatever those 3 weeks were they took a serious (and thankfully temporary) toll on my health, wealth, and marriage.
Welcome back happy baby!