Colic = No Good

six weeks old and augie's gassy tummy has gotten worse. yesterday was the hardest day, with him screaming and crying in pain from 8:30am to 5:00pm. ugh. poor baby boy. today's been a bit easier. he's sleeping right now (!) and has only fussed for a couple of hours this morning (more !'s). we visited the doctor this morning, who says that augie's looking great, is now weighing 10 lbs / 2 oz - chunky monkey - and it just might be colic. if that's the case, he says to brace ourselves for possibly another 6 weeks of this. more ughs. we've tried everything - mylicon, gripe water, tummy rubs, bicycling his legs, warm baths, formula changes, bottle changes, different ways to breastfeed, and nothing has worked thus far. however, a friend loaned us her baby sling (a Moby), and it's awesome for trying to get my poor screaming baby to sleep!

sleep. sigh.

i must confess that i'm feeling very frazzled right now. when augie passes gas after hours of straining, i weep. seriously. it's like a sigh of relief for my poor kid. six more weeks of this? oh man. someone said that colic is a great bonding time for mother and baby because all of your waking hours (all 21 in my case) are spent trying to console and care for your baby. well, there's a whole lot of bonding going on over here at The Millage these days! i'm counting down to 5:30, when paul should be getting home. as soon as he does, i can't wait to take a shower and brush my hair! yay!