So I think Luke turned a corner.
It happened last Wednesday. He woke up happy. And pretty much didn’t cry the entire day. And halfway through the day I thought that I was just dreaming and there was no possible way everything was going so smoothly.
And then he had a great, happy day on Thursday. And Friday. And throughout the weekend he was happy. And now it’s a week from Wednesday and sure enough he’s still a happy little dude.
Is it over? All the crying and colicky fussing? I hope and pray that it is. If it is, in fact, over, those 8 weeks were some of the hardest weeks of mine and Justin’s life.
Not only did I hate how much Luke was crying and not knowing if something else was going on inside him that I was missing, but I hated seeing it affect David. I hated being stressed out all day, and I hated the level of exhaustion Justin and I felt at the end of the day. It was a life-sucking 8 weeks.
And colic sort of seems like a blanket term to cover “crying that doesn’t really seem to come from anything specific”, so everything is an utter mystery. I didn’t know when it was going to end, I didn’t know if his tummy was bothering him, or he was over-stimulated or under-stimulated, over-tired, or just cranky. So I had to just sort of throw my hands up in the air, attempt to keep him content if possible (and usually it wasn’t easy), and try to be a decent mom to both boys.
But now? He smiles easily, loves when people he knows get all up in his face and talk “baby talk” to him, he loves chillin’ in the baby bjorn bouncer, and loves to watch David play. I cannot WAIT until they play together.
He’s sleeping anywhere from 10-12 hours at night (I KNOW) and takes about 4 naps a day. I think he requires a great deal of sleep. . . much more than David ever did. I can even lay him in his crib awake, albeit groggy, and he’ll fall asleep on his own.
Believe it or not, he’s actually a rather easy baby right now. And I never thought I would be able to say that sentence about him. And oh am I glad that I can.
So my days are not only much more enjoyable with two happy boys, but I’m able to make Luke smile with his entire face, and continue to play with David and make him laugh. And laughter + smiling makes for a lighter mood all around in my house.
And while this may sound crazy, I’m already glad that we endured a colicky time with one of our kids. I am much better equipped now to help any friends or family that go through something similar. It meant so much to me that old friends reached out to share their stories and advice on dealing with their own colicky babies. I felt quite isolated, like I was the only mom in the world at home bouncing my baby who was going on minute 35 of crying directly in my ear and trying to play with David by pushing his trucks around with my feet. So any words of encouragement were deeply important to me.
So if you happen to be in the thick of it, as I just was, stay strong! Utilize help. Take your friends up on their offer to come give you a moment to breathe. Personally, as a Christian, I typed out this verse to live on the lock screen of my phone ” 2 Cor 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiently in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work”.
Motherhood requires endless patience, late nights and early mornings, mid-day resets when everything seems to go wrong, but it’s a good work. And, by the grace of God, I was able to do enough to keep the boys safe, fed, and tucked into bed at night, no matter how bad the day had gone. Pretty much every other aspect of my life fell to the wayside, but I learned a lot and am thankful MOST for 2 healthy little boys.