You see that face? That’s pretty much the state of Wes to which we’ve become accustomed. Did we just happen to “get” a particularly fussy baby? I don’t know: I hate even labeling him that way so soon, but he sure has been hard to handle now. What happened to our Week 1 dream baby? Apparently, that first week is always a honeymoon, so the experts say.
I would say that what we have here is a “colicky” baby, but “colic” is another term I despise. Oh, it’s real enough I am sure, but people talk about it like it’s a specific ailment — like the flu or thrush — except it isn’t. It’s just a “catch-all” condition where baby cries for “more than 3 hours a day at least 3 days a week for at least 3 weeks in a row.” By that definition then we can’t yet tell if we’re dealing with real “colic” or not, since it hasn’t been three weeks quite yet since the serious crying-for-no-known-reason spells began. And if it turns out it is, what the heck is one even supposed to do about it?
We did think for a moment that we’d had some success making a happier baby by 1. switching formulas (from Similac Advanced Early Shield to Enfamil Gentlease) and 2. switching bottles (from Playtex Drop-Ins to Dr. Brown’s). Apparently gas is a real issue for us (we have a bit better success now getting burps out of him, though we still struggle — and when we don’t get them out, he’s clearly uncomfortable, waking right up after just having fallen asleep or crying unti letting out the big one).
Of course a day or so after making our changes and thinking we’d solved all our problems, Wes became ravenously hungry, going from requiring food every 3 to 4 hours to demanding it every 1 and 1/2 to 2: if this isn’t one of those mythical growth spurts the books talk about, I’ll eat my hat. So just as we think we’ve got one thing covered, another springs up (and another: it appears Craig is now coming down with some crummy bug to boot).
I think we’re at the end tail of said spurt though (I pray, I pray), and I’ll be better equipped to gauge then if the switch in formula and bottle made a real difference, though even then I won’t ever really know if just the sheer fact that Wes is getting older is to thank for his outgrowing all that fussiness (but if it’s the bottles, oh how I’ll bow to the altar of Dr. Brown!).
And yet today, so far, it’s been a lovely day (she writes, as Wes peacefully naps in his bouncy seat beside her). I’m looking forward to more.