Grandma Silvia left on Monday. Daddy went on a business trip on Monday also. I ran mom ragged for three days, and then I let dad in on the deal when he returned Wednesday night. No one has slept well in a few nights. I have been colicky.
Dad didn’t know what that meant other than crying a lot, so I told him to check out Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baby_colic. Turns out I’ve been exhibiting lots of colic symptoms. Fussy for no reason, lots of moaning and groaning. “The strict medical definition of colic is a condition of a healthy baby in which it shows periods of intense, unexplained fussing/crying lasting more than 3 hours a day, more than 3 days a week, for more than 3 weeks.” The Wikipedia says for breastfeeding mom to avoid, onions, broccoli and cauliflower, cow’s milk and chocolate. Dad put it together quickly that being halloween week, more chocolate than typical had been eaten in this household in the form of m&m’s mostly, and the parents do cook with onions and mom has been eating cold cereal with cows milk lately. Chocolate has always been one of mom’s favorites even if it isn’t a candy focused holiday week.
What tipped dad off was my grandma Sandy. She told him about the one time she ate a whole pint of chocolate ice cream and suffered for the next 12 hours as dad expressed his distress. Apparently my digestive system isn’t fully developed and certain types of food cause me to be upset.
Aunt Karen told mom that when cousin Allie had colic, a naturopathic product called Colic Calm worked instantly. Mom sent dad to Wallgreens right away and I’ve been resting comfortably in dad’s arms writing this post on his iPhone since.
Mom and dad are hopeful that I sleep soundly tonight, and they too.
Here’s to relief for mom and dad and sunny days ahead.
