Last night has been the most difficult since becoming a mom. Leading up to the evening hour, Beau was nothing less than delightful. Chris' mom was over for most of the afternoon, holding and loving the baby. Around 6-ish, Beau started to fuss. Chris typically gives him one bottle a day, in the evening, so I figured baby was hungry for nourishment. We tried a new bottle-- he drank all of it. Burping several times, I thought Beau was fine. Holy shit was I wrong.
From 7 until 11PM Beau screamed. Not cried. Screamed; as if I were trying to rip his arms off. It was absolutely heart-wrenching. I paced, I rocked him, I shooshed him..... everything. Resorting to taking off all of Beau's clothes and holding him tight to my chest, he finally settled down. When it was all done, Beau then ingested something to the likeness of a 12-pk of breast milk. I think it was a culmination of being overtired and starving. The only thing going through my head was the following:
Don't start crying
Is this colic?
I'm going to shoot myself if this continues
So, I praise you all moms out there that have survived a colicky baby. The crying was awful. I can deal with short bursts of luckiness-- but not several hours.
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