Last Friday night Derick's parents were visiting and his Mom made yummy nefla--a traditional German dish she learned from his great-grandmother. Of course everything German is better with sauerkraut, so mommy didn't even think twice, that is, until Noah would not feed for the next three hours.
It was a long night.
However, when he repeated the same incessant-crying/not-feeding/no-consolation-in-sight routine on Monday night, and Tuesday night, and Wednesday night, I decided the consult "the book." It said that one in five babies suffers from colic, so it's like winning the lottery--
IN HELL!
Needless to say, I will be calling in for reinforcement in the ensuing months, or just asking for a pardon when I am not exactly my easy-going self. Let's hope he outgrows it fast.
Ian is a good helper...
most of the time.
1 comment:
Well, at least you'll have cradle cap under control. Sorry about the colic. Hope something helps!
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