Sorry for the lapse. Molli went into the weekend doing her best possible impression of Colicky Child from Hell, and although Saturday night was a big improvement over Friday night, Sunday was also very rough. She calmed down for our anniversary, though, and has been an absolute doll all day today.
“But where are the pictures?” you ask. Something’s wrong with my camera. It’s still under warranty, but it’s taken me two days just to get the right number for the Canon service center in Denmark, and yadda yadda yadda—long story short, it’s going to be a text-only blog for a few more days. (Does it just kill you to think she may grow a few grams without your looking on?)
There isn’t that much to report for the time being: we’re horrified to think of three months of what we went through Friday night, but we really do think it’s just normal gas and not Colicky gas that’s getting her all wound up. We’ve been trying some of the remedies they recommend for air-gulping babies, and so far they seem to be helping. (Advice #1: don’t burp them like mad after every meal. Of course, we’d been burping her for close to half an hour after most meals. Possibly just making things worse. Advice #2: if they fall asleep after a feeding, let them keep sleeping! Hard to believe we didn’t follow that one on instinct… we’re slowly learning to appreciate the breadth of wisdom communicated by the ancient Sumerian proverb, DO NOT WAKE THE FUCKING BABY.)
Pardon the language, but it’s an important release after talking about poo and pee all day.
Anyway, I’ll get back to daily updates now, but I apologize for the lack of photos. Maybe I’ll draw some pictures tomorrow.
