Friday, April 1, 2011

On Colic

Parenting a newborn with colic is what I imagine parenting a Gremlin would be like. Except without the benefit of any instructions. You get this cute little creature and what could possibly go wrong?! But then you do the baby equivalent of feeding Gizmo after midnight (But what?! Someone please tell me?! What did I do to deserve this?!) and your child morphs into this screaming baby-Gremlin. And every night you try desperately to keep the Gremlin at bay. You look wildly for a cause or a treatment. Swaddling, shushing, walking, nursing, all useless. Nothing could stop the progression from high-maintenance fussy to Oh Dear God, Nooooo! For those of you who dearly miss the analogy section of the old SATs: "The Happiest Baby on the Block" is to full on colic what piss is to a forest fire. "E" for effort, guys. But the forest fire hardly noticed. I mean shushing? Really? I think some of her crying fits gave me long term hearing damage. It's not really the kind of thing you can "shush" over.

Sure she looks cute now...

The whole thing is horribly stressful because I just imagine she is in pain or scared or stressed out and I am utterly powerless to help her (or prevent the long term damage it might be causing!). But then I read Your Fussy Baby where it says that brain waves during these fits are just like brain waves during Non-REM sleep. I choose to believe that this is just what an immature nervous system sometimes looks like when it is totally relaxed. It is like newborn meditation. So I just started tossing her in the K'tan carrier, putting on my head phones and taking her for a very late night walk. Yes, neighbors, I know it looks like a homeless person stole a baby. But trust me, everything is fine.

Bottom line, things got much better at around 6 weeks. And I think (hope) we're both gonna be alright.

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