The bad word of the day: COLIC
For all you who did not know Isabel as a baby, she was an angel. She was the text book baby. She was easy and perfect. She was one of those babies that was totally predictable and easy to train. She was the best!
Lucy on the other hand, is not easy. I think I've know for awhile that maybe she has colic, but I have been in serious denial. To me colic is synonymous with horrible, mean, ugly babies. Lucy has been really hard, and yes sometimes horrible, mean, and ugly, but not all the time. So, I did not want to admit that maybe she has colic. The other day I was done with the crying all night, Ryan and I were so tired. So, I took her into her doctor. He's a good friend and I was very frank with him about how crazy I am going with all the crying and the lack of sleep. I mean she's almost 6 weeks old, she should be sleeping at least 5 hours straight at night, we've been lucky if she sleeps 2 straight. He diagnosed her with colic and bad acid reflux. So, he perscribed medication for her. Last night was the first night of her having it and I am happy to report that she did really well. She slept from 12:30 to 4:30 and then from 5:00 to 8:30. So, it wasn't the most amazing night ever, but for us it was great! Ryan and I feel like new people today. I hope it continues to get better and better. I will keep you all informed.
I never knew colic was so bad. I am so grateful for modern medicine.