It's NOT Colic!

I wrote this blog a few weeks ago and just realized that it didn't post.  Since this, Miles has definitely gotten better.  He still is needy and pretty much cries if you aren't holding him . But, I can at least get him to sleep some during the day.  One thing that has helped a lot is basically forcing him to go to sleep.  It almost seems like he doesn't know that he is tired.  Colic or not, it has been frustrating.  We love the little guy though!  

Miles, in the words of his pediatrician, is a “needy baby” who doesn’t know how to “self sooth”.  What does that mean?? It means that he cries A LOT!  Jeff keeps asking me if he has colic and I keep denying that he does.  Why do I keep saying he doesn’t have colic when he cries for hours at a time without stopping when being soothed?  I don’t know.   I guess if I think that he doesn’t have colic then it will get better, or maybe it’s admitting that my new little boy isn’t a “perfect baby”.  Colic is something that other people’s babies have BUT not MY baby!

They say admitting you have a problem is the first step.  Well, yesterday was my breaking point and I am ready to admit…we have a problem!  I spent most of the morning holding, bouncing, singing, and rocking a screaming baby.  Miles finally decided to take a snooze.  I loaded him and his sister into the car and headed to the grocery store.  As soon as we go into the store, Miles woke up screaming.  Kendley was in the seat part of the cart, Miles’ car seat was in the cart and I was holding Miles while pushing the cart.  Everyone at the store looked at me with the, you poor woman look.  One lady definitely had the, what’s wrong with your child look.  Kendley insisted on a free cookie from the bakery.  We went and got one; she took a bite and responded with, “no like”.  Who doesn’t like sugar cookies?  Miles spends the entire trip at the store and ride home crying.  He continues to cry for another two hours.  The night ended with Miles on the floor screaming, me sitting Indian style on the floor next to him crying, and Kendley sitting in my lap wiping away my tears with an occasional, “it’s okay”.  Of course Miles stopped crying as soon as daddy came home.  I wave the white flag…Miles has colic!