The longest Days and Shortest Years..The Life of a Momma With a Baby and "the colic"

So I should preface with the fact that I've had maybe 3 hours of sleep and am having one of "those" days.  I'm going to refer to the colic as just that "the colic".  See "the colic" is not my baby, Aylen.  "The colic" is someone else, because my baby is sweet, smiley, and cuddly.  And "the colic" is something that is inconsolable, angry, uncomfortable, and extremely sad.  Some days "the colic" seems to take a vacation and trick Aylen & family into the thoughts that wow-everything is better!  we are over the hump.  But then "the colic" rears its ugly head and takes over my son.  Some days I have the patience of a saint, other days I'm not as lucky.  

It really stinks sometimes because I find myself wishing for the days to go quicker so that "the colic" will forever leave Aylen alone.  Rumor has it this happens around 3 months or so..... But that would mean that I want the days of the sweet, cuddly Aylen to go faster too.  And I can't say I want that...So I sit feeling guilty about wanting time to go faster, but slower at the same time.  I also feel guilty about the pity that I have on myself sometimes.  Why couldn't "the colic" picked on someone its own size?? Some of our friends say that it is because Russ & I are so patient that "the colic" chose us.  I suppose this idea gives me hope that the universe knows what she is doing, even though it doesn't make too much sense to me.....

Last night was a prime example of "the colic" and its shenanigans (the times are estimates:).

8:30pm- Bath time with Dad.  Guiness time for Me.

8:45pm- Aylen's dinner.  Plus a dose of probiotics.

9pm- "the colic" appears in a mild form by creating a fussy baby.  So i try the newest trick.  I put Aylen in his stroller with the iphone blasting Enya.  And I began strolling around-living room-dining room-living room-dining room-hallway-nursery-hallway- living room-dining room.  Within 5 minutes I have a sleeping baby.  I roll him to the foot of the bed and began my bedtime routine.  Cleaning up the living room-Put away dishes-Floss-Brush-change my clothes.  And I look at my sweet Aylen- perfectly asleep.

1030ish- My head hits the pillow I can't wait to sleep.  WAAAAWWWWWWWW- Damn "the colic" has awaken.  I swear "the colic" knows exactly when to strike.  I calmly say on the monitor-"Russell you wanna take this one?"  And I hear from the living room.  "I got it".

11pmish-I try to sleep.  I can hear "the colic" becoming louder and louder.  "the colic" is at its height.  Somehow I dose off after 30 minutes or so. During this time Russell tries Colic Calm.  Just another product that attempts to be the savior for us families battling against "the colic".  Does it work? Who knows.  Does it make us feel like we're wining a little bit?  Maybe.

1am-ish- I wake up and hear "the colic" still going strong.  Uh-oh Russ has to be tired and frustrated.  So I trudge into the living and find Aylen in the hold specifically designed by Russ to make "the colic" momentarily leave.  Russell's face says it all...he has the face that has been pushed too much and too hard by "the colic" tonight.  "I got him." And Russ gets ready for bed.

130am- I do the thing that works.  Aylen goes in the stroller, blasts Enya, and follow the track around the house.  Asleep after one loop--whoo-hoo! I wheel him to the foot of the bed.  Jump into the sheets, put my head on the pillow.  AND "THE DAMN COLIC" wakes up again.  

2am- As you can see "the colic" turns to "the damn colic" and I decide that I'm defeated at this point.  So I swaddle my sweet Aylen up and just hold him as "the DAMN colic" takes over.  Crying, tears, screaming, uncomfortable.  "I got you Aylen...."  I just hold him and after 10 minutes he is asleep in my arms.  

230am- Aylen's asleep on my chest and I'm sitting up in the chair.  The light is on-but I don't dare turn it off because "the colic" resurfaces at the drop of a pin.  I slowly fall asleep.....

445am- Crying, crying....It's not "the colic" but its my Aylen telling me he is hungry.  I can deal with this....this is WHAT i thought are nights would be like.  I feed him and we head to the spare bedroom.  In hopes to not wake Russell.  

530am-I begin to dose...and somehow, somewhere I fall into a sleep that leaves me very unfulfilled. 

7am- Crying, moving--It's feeding time again.  And it's a new day.  Or did the day end-I'm not quite sure where my days start or end.

The life of a Momma with a Baby and "the colic".  And as Russell's aunt said during a story last night...THE LONGEST DAYS and THE SHORTEST YEARS makes complete sense.  

Here are some pictures to represent "the colic".....

Love, 

the momma