Over Memorial Day weekend we went to a little BBQ with our neighbors at the clubhouse on Saturday night and then went to meet my parents in Park City on Monday. We shopped for hours at the outlet mall and Braxton just slept the whole time with a little break for a feeding and diaper change in the middle. He was so good. He loves the car seat/stroller.
It was so fun to see my parents and go to dinner. I wish Brian didn’t have class so we could have stayed with them for a night or two in the condo. Also that weekend Braxton started showing signs of serious discomfort. We thought he was just having a hard time having a bowel movement and it has progressively gotten worse over the week. He has become very fussy—even after eating—and won’t take naps during the day because he is so uncomfortable. Then he cries all evening because he is so tired from missing his morning naps.
Finally on Friday we decided to call the doctor and ended up at the doctor’s office. He had us give him a suppository and he is now having regular bowel movements, but the discomfort and fussiness is getting worse every day. I am reading On Becoming Babywise and yesterday I got to the part that outlines colic and reflux and Braxton is showing all the signs of colic—bummer! I am calling the doctor again tomorrow to talk to him about it because I want to make sure it isn’t something more than colic. He just acts like he is in so much pain. It is heartbreaking! Here are some pictures I took during his few calm moments today:
2 comments:
Poor little guy! Hopefully it is not colic. It sounds like it might be more related to his tummy or bowels hurting him though. Have you tried different formulas or bottles?
Hey it's Amy. I sent you an email with some more helps if it is colic. After you visit with the doctor he might be able to give you some other helps too, but if it's more of a digestion and gas thing try the Playtex Ventair bottles, they will reduce the amount of air going in when he is eating. We had to try a ton of formulas with my girls and of coarse it wasn't until we got to the really expensive kind that their little tummies could finally survive. Call me if you need anything.
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