You always hope that your baby will be different from the norm, not like those horror stories you hear of babies who scream for hours, but I am hear to tell you… that’s unlikely. That’s like that person in every zombie movie that gets bit and thinks ‘maybe I’m magic and won’t be affected’. They’re wrong, they’re always wrong.
I have embraced my sons colic phasr as a way to escape people. Oh you want to visit? Sorry my son is colicky right now. Company over at the house stringing my last nerve, sorry need to go downstairs and sooth the fussy one, or change his bum before he screams.
I won’t say it’s blissful, and my two-day migraine from the screams directly in my ear reinforce that, but I’vr accepted it. And that’s really what it’s about. I’ve been puked, peed, and pooped on but yelling and screaming about it isn’t going to clean up my son or myself. I’ve instead turned to the ‘oopsie’ philosophy. He didn’t mean it, can’t change that it happened. So first I ensure his safety, bring him to a clean area to get him wiped down and possibky re-diapered (a couple times that’s been a towel laid down in his bassinet, and then I address what is on myself and surrounding areas. Only once has that meant here hold my baby in this towel, he is clean but naked, I need a shower.
Today this phase has meant staying in the car with him during or shopping trip and directing my SO through phone calls, pictures, and the occational “I grabbed this one but I can exchange if it’s wrong”, to get everything we need for bottle feeding and Father’s Day.
Nothing like breast feeding, burping, rocking to sleep, and overal soothing a baby in the backseat outside a Walmart.
i’m only human