Colic is a poltergeist.
“It’s like waking up in a zombie infestation.” Yup.
It’s hard, really hard.
It challenges every fiber of your being,
Makes you feel like a rotten failure,
And drives you bat-sh*t crazy.
Sometimes shhhing helps. Usually it doesn’t.
Sometimes the swaddle is a blessing. Mostly it’s the devil.
Gripe water works one out of ten times.
And when you’ve finally found the magic cure – baby in carrier with Bob Marley in the background, probiotics, fancy body treatments – it stops working.
At times (ok, often) you can’t help but wonder what you did wrong during your pregnancy, or in the first few weeks, or what you’re doing wrong now.
And then you turn to Dr. Google to figure out what’s wrong with your kid.
He is perfect. He is exactly who he needs to be and maybe his little soul chose you because he knew you could handle it.
So here’s to my peanut and all of the peanuts struggling with the colic monster. And mostly, here’s to the parents who are doing the best they can.
P.S. I actually wanted to post “Welcome to this World” by Renee & Jeremy but couldn’t find a video. It makes me cry every time. So beautiful.
There’s a 13-foot hole where my front lawn used to be and five guys with big machines tending to it. Junior’s due date is in a week. Yesterday, I stressed. Today, I’m moving on. 🙂
A beautiful friend of mine recently shared this video which is now going viral:
I like a lot of what Logan has to say, especially the attention he brings to Roger Walsh’s eight therapeutical lifestyle changes (or “TLCs”).
That’s my equation for a happy, healthy life… what do you think? 🙂
This past week I added myself to the queue for the iphone 5S and I watched this (though I’m not entirely sure in what order):
It’s something I have thought about for awhile, our zombie-like-ness.
This is just sad.
But what really struck me was the idea that we have forgotten how to be alone. The minute we start to feel the “uh oh, I don’t know what to do with myself now” feeling, we seem to need to anesthetize it with texting, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, etc. It’s a temporary comfort, a dull, mildly satisfying experience… but at the expense of what?
“You never feel completely sad or completely happy…”
I often daydream of just deleting all of my accounts and going all Walden for awhile… but I know cutting myself off technology isn’t the solution either (it’s analogous to when my mom traded in McCain’s fries for quinoa – keen-what?! – 20+ years ago).
So for now, perhaps it’s even to just be conscious. The next time you check your Facebook account, ask yourself why.