We brought Ian home from the hospital, so excited that he was OURS and we actually GOT TO KEEP HIM! He cried a lot, and wouldn't sleep for very long. During the day he would sleep for 30-45 minutes at a time, and at night he woke up EVERY 1-2 HOURS ALL. NIGHT. LONG. FOR. A. YEAR. I
By the time we got home, the nursing agony had started: toe-curling, involuntary-gasping pain EVERY TIME HE LATCHED ON, which was, of course, every time he woke up crying or was otherwise inconsolably unhappy. (Remember how I was so excited when my water broke because I was sure they physical suffering was almost over? Um, not so much. The nursing agony lasted for THREE MONTHS. I cried quite a few times when it was time for him to eat again.)
Day 3 or 4 or 5 I was sitting on the couch when I suddenly noticed that my shirt was all wet. I was surprised because I hadn't given much thought to that whole "milk coming in" thing, but I had sort of figured that I would just wake up one morning and it would be there. It made me laugh that I was so surprised when it had just "come in" in the middle of the day. I hoped that Ian would be happier now that there was actual milk, but no. I didn't realize that he wasn't latching on correctly (THANK YOU, FRENULUM
At Ian's 2-week check up he was furiously screaming, as he often did, when the doctor walked in, and the first thing the doctor said was, "Well, he's a demanding baby, isn't he?" I was *SO OFFENDED* (HA, HA, HA, HA, HA! Oh the hindsight!) that he would say such a thing about my PERFECT baby!
I became concerned when Ian wouldn't have a stinky diaper for DAYS ON END (there was a good reason that his first food was PRUNES), and he would become INCREASINGLY CRANKY as the days wore on, but the doctor always said, "Oh, b*****fed babies just use it all and sometimes don't have stinky diapers as often." He always gained weight and measured big on the charts, so the doctors never concerned themselves with things like the lack of stinky diapers, the nightly 4 hour screaming session, the sharp-sounding, explosive gas, the frothy, dark green diapers he would eventually have...they always said, "Oh, it's colic. Some babies get colic. He'll grow out of it." I decided that what colic ACTUALLY means is: "I'm sorry. I don't have the time or inclination to figure out why your baby is SCREAMING IN PAIN for HOURS EVERY DAY." I searched the Internet for any helpful information, but all I could find was that he might be lactose intolerant. I tried changing my diet, but it didn't seem to help. I would dutifully nurse him on each side for 10 minutes, switching back and forth until he seemed to be finished, just like all of those