Dear Parent Of A Colicky Baby,
I know your pain.
I know how it feels to walk the floors for hours and hours every day, and night. I know how it feels when you read the definition of colic – crying for more than three hours a day, more than three days a week – and think, “there are babies out there who cry THAT LITTLE?”
I know how it feels to look jealously at couples in restaurants who are casually eating their dinner while their tiny baby slumbers peacefully in a car seat next to their table.
Meanwhile, YOU left your baby with a selfless friend or relative and you are trying to have a brief meal together to salvage your relationship even though you know that at this moment that your friend/relative is walking back and forth while your baby screams and screams.
Maybe you have said to each other “never again”.
Maybe you have already decided that your first born must be an only child because there is no way you can survive this a second time.
I know how that feels, too.
Let me tell you about a different kind of baby.
She just turned a month old, and almost all of my photos of her feature her doing something very strange…