Natali is officially 3 months old. Kelli and I have sustained a life for 3 whole months. Not too shabby for amateurs!
Natali slept a lot today....and last night. I put her to bed at 10:30AM and she woke up after Kelli got up at 5:10AM. She might have slept longer, but I think the light of the bathroom and sounds of Kelli moving about woke her.
She did great today. Sleeping a lot more than normal. It was an awesome day until 1:16PM.
I was about to head out the door when I decided to change her diaper. As I laid her on the changing bad she began to cry.....no not just cry....she screamed a scream of pain.
Stunned. What had I just done. Did I tweak her back? Were there spikes on the changing pad? What!?!??!?
I looked her over. No blood. No bruising. Non-stop crying.
No amount of consoling would help her at first. I began going over the morning events....it hit me. Gas.
I fed her about 2 hours prior. She didn't burp. Didn't think much of it....till now.
My attempts at burping her normally failed. Off to mylicon drops.
We had used them in the past when she was really upset. The most misdiagnosed symptom of babies by parents is that of being gassy. In the past they had an "instant" effect...because she wasn't gassy, she was "cured" by the sweetness of the drops. Today was different.
The drops had ZERO effect on her initially. I walked around the house and patted her back. I felt powerless as I couldn't help my daughter who was writhing in pain. I hated seeing her in so much pain. I kept walking around the house trying to burp her. She would have moments of silence but then go right back into screaming. Tears rolling down her face, it pained me to look at her.
Finally after about 45 minutes she burped...and burped...and burped...and farted...and burped. I had never been so happy to hear burps and farts.
She ate a few ounces and we headed out for our errands.
I know this isn't the last time I will have to see my daughter cry....as long as she doesn't see me cry....it will be okay.