Colic scares the daylights out of me. Brice was colicky for four months and I remember that time as just one of darkness. He cried and fussed ALL THE TIME. There were two hours each day when I could count on him to be pleasant. They were the two hours after he got up, before he would go down for his morning nap. It hit around 3 weeks. Actually, it really reared its head the day before Seth headed back to work, of course. Technically, colic is defined as at least 3 hours a day of crying or fussing, at least 3 days a week, lasting at least 3 weeks. That sounds like vacation to me!! Brice cried and fussed about 9 hours a day, every single day, for four months straight. I mean, to the day.
So, for nine months, I have hoped and prayed that this child would be easy. Each time the dr. took his heartbeat, it would be in the lowest possible range. "You have the chillest baby in there," she would say to me. I crossed my fingers and prayed it was true. And here we are, entering the third week. Colic usually begins the second or third week. So far, so good. Up until now, he's only cried when he was hungry, or when he filled his shorts. He's sleeping for about 3 hours at a time. He likes to be swaddled. He's actually kind of a dream so far. But I can't relax. Not until we pass the three week mark. So it begins: Week 3, Day 1.
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I feel for you. I remember Lizzy's colicky period as, hands down, the hardest time of my life. It was intense, but it doesn't sound like it lasted as long as your firstborn's! Here's hoping for mellow babies No. 2 for both of us.
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