It’s been one hell of a long three or four days here, to say the least. Just when we’d finished bragging to everyone we knew about what a perfect little angel The Bee is things suddenly changed. We went from dealing with constant smiles and playful little cooing sounds to complete mayhem almost overnight. The cause? Colic. Or, as I like to say, “Col-ICK!” To illustrate the situation I have provided a visual aide….
The Bee Four Days Ago
The Bee at 4:00 this morning
So, it appears that the two most pain-in-the-ass common conditions known to mankind (the winter cold and colic) have zero options in the way of cures. Much like having a cold, it is just something that you have to ride out until it’s over; like a bad storm. I can’t help but find myself utterly frustrated that the extent of modern medical science/advice is that we simply must “just wait it out and keep her as quiet as possible” … Yeah. Thanks. Really. I’ll try that. More on this matter when I’ve had an hour or two of sleep…..