Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Who is this child?
When did my little baby turn into a little girl? Isn't she the cutest thing ever? Wait, wait. She's even cuter with BRAIDS!
Nevermind that she isn't looking at the camera. I'm sure there was an episode of Phineas & Ferb on the television to distract her. Which, incidentally, I do realize is not age appropriate for her, but it's really fucking funny. And I need a break from that god damn Caillou.
Sabrina went through a bit of an...ahem...phase after Travis was born but she seems to have come out the other side even more fabulous than before. She is suddenly talking up a storm now, too. Of course no one can understand her besides Chris and I, but the point is she is talking. My favorite is "come on!" and "let's go!".
She is positively the cutest and really the only thing getting me through the days with screaming Travis. It is so hard to not only have to ensure constant crying and screaming, but to not have the opportunity to engage or interact with your baby - because if he's awake, he's unhappy. Yesterday he actually had a decent day and we had a few moments where he was awake and calm and able to "play" with me. Which almost makes it worse, knowing what you're missing. Since today we went right back to the crying game.
We've tried everything at this point, including seeing a chiropractor for cranial-sacral work. Which in our experience translated to paying a shit load of money for him to simulate Travis going through the birth canal that he never got to go through because he was a c-section.
Look, I'm a big fan of combining Eastern and Western medicine. I think they often can compliment each other which is what I was doing in this case. Travis saw his pediatrician, got a full check up and was diagnosed again with bad reflux and colic from digestion issues. Since Travis remains all crunched up and in fetal position most of the time, I knew he'd benefit from a qualified chiropractor as well. And it's not that this guy isn't qualified, he's very well known and respected for his cranial-sacral work. And it's not that I don't think it would help, it's just that I have a hard time not giggling when a grown man is holding my infant son upside down and telling him it's okay, he's not stuck this time, he can go through...and a hard time not crying when I see how much I was charged for it.
Our last resort is changing formulas one more time, to the most expensive freaking formula on earth. Which, with our luck, will be the golden ticket. Because Sabrina cost us a fortune in getting here, and now Travis is going to cost us a fortune in his own way. Because our kids can be mean. I have no idea who they get that from.
Even if we have to file bankruptcy to afford to feed Travis, if it makes the crying stop, it will be worth it. Between his crying and the neighbors dog that won't stop fucking barking, I may lose my shit sooner than later. But also, I hate seeing him like this. His tummy really hurts. He's a little over 6 weeks old and he should be interacting with us, smiling, enjoying himself when he's awake and his little life so far has just not been fun for him at all.
Granted he might be a little dramatic about the discomfort, but he is a male so what do we expect?