Sunday, May 18, 2003
Slightly scary.
Dale:
Little Dale has been having an increasing number of crying fits lately. They have been occurring at various times of the day (with the blessed exception of nighttime), and almost always last 10 minutes plus.
Nothing works except time. We've tried gas relief drops, feeding him, adjusting his position, putting him in the swing/bouncy seat/crib/etc., but none of these really have done much. Yesterday, the cycle got shorter, and fearing something awful was happening, we took him to the hospital around 8pm. I managed to contact Heather's mom, who was visiting a friend not a mile away. She hurried over to watch Maddie and we sped off.
We were admitted right away at the ER, where they checked him out thoroughly. Diagnosis?
Colic.
Heather thought that colic didn't come around after children passed the two month mark. The doctor, in a misguided effort to reassure us, said that his daughter had gotten it at age 4 months, and snapped out of it at 8 months. The nurse offered an interesting suggestion: his infant daughter was cured of it by laying her on her stomach on a blanket atop an operating dryer: "Calmed her down and put her to sleep inside of 10 minutes."
Colic was not what we wanted to hear. Still, it beat an ear infection or something much worse. We also had the chance to see how big the big fella's gotten. Verdict? 17 pounds, 13 ounces. A week shy of his third month, and he's nearly 18 pounds. NFL, here he comes.
He slept on the way back. Maddie was asleep, and had given "geempa" no problems. Heather transferred D3 directly to the crib, where he managed to sleep for most of the night. Heather and I spent the rest of the evening counting our blessings.
Dale:
Little Dale has been having an increasing number of crying fits lately. They have been occurring at various times of the day (with the blessed exception of nighttime), and almost always last 10 minutes plus.
Nothing works except time. We've tried gas relief drops, feeding him, adjusting his position, putting him in the swing/bouncy seat/crib/etc., but none of these really have done much. Yesterday, the cycle got shorter, and fearing something awful was happening, we took him to the hospital around 8pm. I managed to contact Heather's mom, who was visiting a friend not a mile away. She hurried over to watch Maddie and we sped off.
We were admitted right away at the ER, where they checked him out thoroughly. Diagnosis?
Colic.
Heather thought that colic didn't come around after children passed the two month mark. The doctor, in a misguided effort to reassure us, said that his daughter had gotten it at age 4 months, and snapped out of it at 8 months. The nurse offered an interesting suggestion: his infant daughter was cured of it by laying her on her stomach on a blanket atop an operating dryer: "Calmed her down and put her to sleep inside of 10 minutes."
Colic was not what we wanted to hear. Still, it beat an ear infection or something much worse. We also had the chance to see how big the big fella's gotten. Verdict? 17 pounds, 13 ounces. A week shy of his third month, and he's nearly 18 pounds. NFL, here he comes.
He slept on the way back. Maddie was asleep, and had given "geempa" no problems. Heather transferred D3 directly to the crib, where he managed to sleep for most of the night. Heather and I spent the rest of the evening counting our blessings.
