Is Dr. Karp my hero?

The jury is still out, but here is what just happened:

The baby was fussing and crying uncontrollably for no discernible reason and yes we got the big "C" word diagnosis from the pediatrician the other day: colic. There I said it out loud. Or wrote it out loud. Whatever. Anyway, she has been feeding like a fiend all day so can't possibly be hungry. I just recently changed her diaper, and her icky stomach issues did not seem to be making an appearance -- no gurgly noises, spit-up, or classic "my tummy hurts" motions (I'm learning a lot, though I still am a pretty clueless mommy). So this was it, just our sweet baby doing the colicky thing and me thinking "there is no way I can handle this for 9 more weeks or so." I love her, I promise, but sometimes I want to put her back. As I referred to in the previous post, this is harder than I thought it would be. And I knew it would be very hard. But then I am not so much your classic mommy-type, so it may be easier for other people with more patience.

Chris and I had watched The Happiest Baby on the Block a couple weeks ago during our very first sleepless night in which the babe would not be put down, had tried the 5 s's and found them helpful but not the God-send advertised.

But, I just decided to try them again. "Save us, Dr. Karp," I said to the cosmos. So I swaddled her--meh. Then I held her on her side. This does usually calm her down a little bit--at least for a good couple minutes. Then I stuck a pacifier in her-she does not like that much. Then I started to move her around like a jello jiggler--again with meh results. Then I shushed her a bunch and realized I would not be able to keep it up. I told Chris we needed a white noise machine and he said he had something on his i-phone. So... we turned it on, put it right up to baby's ear and she started to settle down. Within one minute she was silent and a few minutes later she was a-sleep. We looked at each other as though we had just won the lottery. Could it be? Oh please oh please, Dr. Karp and God, let this keep working!

And yes, parenting a newborn IS all I think about right now though the fog is starting to lift.

Holy crap, parenting is hard!

Our sweet little girl, Adele Regine, was born on December 5th at 7:24 am. I know I am biased, but I think she is pretty gorgeous for a newborn. We love her, but this is definitely the hardest thing I have ever done. Labor and delivery was hard, but taking care of her sweet butt is harder! Kudos to all the amazing parents out there.

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Seriously. Not working and waiting around for a baby to make her exit will do that. I think I'll go do some more tidying, go for a walk, and then read a book.