I really don't know how I would have been able to handle all of this without my mom. Who knew that belly buttons kept bleeding/leaking even after the cord fell off? Not me. I've also learned the best way to swaddle, how to properly burp a child, and the importance of keeping an infant's stomach and back warm and covered. I've also learned not to freak out every single minute of the day (that one I'm still working on.) I have to say, though, I think I might have been more freaked out if my mom weren't here.
Samir has been colicky for the past three nights. He hasn't been sleeping well, and as a result, neither have I. Last night was major. Poor kid couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and couldn't stop screaming. I felt so helpless and powerless. Again, mom came to the rescue. She saved the day with a pacifier and a hot water bottle to the abdomen. She knew how to burp him to maximize gas output, and she didn't freak out when the vomiting started.
I seriously need to stop arguing with her. From now on, even if she says to coat him in chicken fat for his skin, I'll do it.
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