Last week started off a little bumpy. I had to miss church Sunday morning AND Sunday night because baby boy was having a rough day. My 4 month old baby Aidan was recently diagnosed with colic. He has good days and bad days. Sunday was a BAD day. I’m so glad my hubby was off work, it became a team effort. We took turns rocking, cuddling, burping, swinging, comforting and singing to the baby.
He is exclusively breastfeeding, which helps alot with comfort, but my poor little guy was just restless. So we stayed home.
We stayed home again on Monday, to try to recuperate from Sunday.
On Tuesday we discovered a water leak in our apartment. We rent our apartment from a good friend. I’ve known him since we were kids and he and my husband hit it off right from the start. They both
enjoy embarrassing me have similar interests. So when the ceiling started leaking, he was right on top of it. He’s been at our apartment every other day since it started, trying to get the leak fixed. So because he’s been over at our place so much, he’s witnessed several of my baby’s colic meltdowns.
After about the 4th crying spell he saw, he said to me, “Ames, how do you stay so calm while he is screaming? Are you taking nerve pills or something?” I laughed, because, no, I’m not taking any pills. He was concerned, about me AND my baby. He just kept saying “Awww, poor little guy.” Then he said, “Seriously, how are you holding up? This has to wear on your nerves after a while.” My reply was simple, “When my little guy is having a hard time, I just remember the fear I felt when I thought we may never even get to have a baby.”
So that’s what I do, I remember what it felt like when we were struggling to get pregnant, when we lost a baby, when we feared that we would never become parents. When I think about those hard times and everything we went through to get him here , I know we will be able to make it through. We have overcome so much already, colic is small potatoes.