Ryan went off to work leaving me at home with the girls. The morning started off fairly smoothly. Kyra and I read books, ran around the house and watched TV. Addy continued her 30 minute naps and screaming in between. I changed her diaper, no help. I tried to put her back to sleep, no help. I tried holding and rocking her, no help. I tried giving her a pacifier, no help. I tried feeding her, no help, she wouldn’t eat. So, after a frazzled call to Ryan at 2:30pm, I called the doctor and set up an appointment for later that afternoon (4:15).
We all piled into the car and Addy proceeded to scream the entire way to the doctor’s office. Ryan was going to meet us there. Once there I wrapped her up tight in her blanket, held her close and rocked her (as much as you can rock in a car) to sleep. This little nap helped initially, as she woke up fairly content. Then doctor arrives…
The doctor walks in and Addy has just started to scream again. Kyra is bouncing off the walls (oh, yeah did I mention that Kyra went on our adventure too?!). She asks us the usual questions: “Is this how she usually cries?,” “What things have you done to try to alleviate the crying?,” “Is she usually this inconsolable?.” We let her know that we have done everything we could think of to calm her down and get her to stop crying. Then the real exam takes place. The doctor checks her tummy to see if that could be it…nope. She checks her ears, suspecting an ear infection after a week of having a stuffy nose…nope. She checks her mouth for ulcers because she has been spitting up more lately…nothing. She checks her hands and feet, thinking that something may have gotten stuck around a finger or toe causing the pain and discomfort…no such luck. She goes for the eyes next to look for a scratch or something caught in there making her cry. This was a bit interesting. The doctor puts orange drop-type things in her eyes and turns on the black light. The orange liquid turns a vibrant shade of neon green, making our sweet little (screaming) angle look more alien like than angelic…still nothing. After about 30 minutes of searching she does the only thing she can think of. She sends us to Children’s
We stop to hit a drive-thru for dinner and we head off to the hospital. We get there around 5:30 and it looks promising that we will be in and out in no time as there are only 2 other families waiting to see the doctor. It was not to be so. It took nearly an hour before our name was called and the doctor came in to see us. She asked the same questions and did the same look over as our regular doctor. By this time Addy had eaten and taken a little nap, so she wasn’t really crying…as long as mama held her. The doctor is looking at me like “you are waisting my time. There is nothing wrong with this kid. You all are nuts.” And I’m thinking, “I’m not crazy! She really has been screaming all day and very fussy for the last month. There is something wrong with my kid…FIX IT!” About this time Addy starts fussing, making me look less like a mother crying wolf and the doctor sees I’m not making stuff up. She orders an x-ray of her tummy to rule out any issues with her stomach and intestines that would cause her fussiness. After yet another long wait, Kyra continuing to bounce off the walls and fight boredom by wanting to go on a walk or flat out leave, we get the results. Again, nothing, we still don’t know what’s wrong.
The doctor suggests that Addy may have acid reflux and that could be causing her crying, trouble sleeping and her spitting up. She then sent us on our way with nothing more than a good luck and talk to your regular doctor for any further questions. We leave the hospital at 8:45, nearly 2 hours past Kyra’s bedtime and yet another maybe on what is going on with Addy. We pick up Ryan’s car at the doctor’s office and I drive that home for a little “ME” time. I get home, expecting the girls, at least Kyra, to be in bed asleep. No such luck. I get about 3 steps from the door and I hear Addy screaming her head off. I walk in to see Ryan hunkered down on the floor, propped against the brick of our fireplace, with Addy in one arm screaming and Kyra in the other arm trying to rest on Daddy’s shoulder. I take Kyra and get her in bed and Ryan takes Addy and rocks her to sleep. We finally get the kids in bed around 10 and I pass out around 10:30. Ryan lovingly stayed up, did the dishes and cleaned the living room. Both of us agree that we definitely HATE colic and are ready for it to be over!!!PS- Addy slept until 3 for a snack, went back to sleep around 4 and woke up at 8:30am. That is more like it!
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