"No one has three colicky, fussy, refluxy babies", my famous words, words I was forcing out with a heap of hope. Apparently you can have three babies all the same, three little ones who dislike sleep and don't know the meaning of calm.
With Trexen we didn't know better, I had baby-sat for years but that is different and I thought maybe all babies are fussy in their own way. With Pacey I held my breath hoping and praying he would be different. Week two rolled around and he began crying and spitting up just like his big brother did. I struggled for several weeks in a bit of a funk pleading with God to change my babe. With Brenner I just knew it had to be different, I mean he already was a boy (not what I expected) and was so late (not what I expected) surely I would get a calm one.
As my husband kindly says, "why are you surprised, this is just how our babies are". This time I've been determined to try it all, not leave one option unturned. We swaddled, gave tummy drops, tried all natural colic calm, I went off of dairy for a week which was so challenging and actually made Bren worse, and today I gave it one more go. After a grueling 50 minute car ride with him screaming we walked into the chiropractor's office with not overly high hopes.
Anyways the chiropractor was great, he was very knowledgable and gentle. He informed me that adjustments work with 94% of colicky babies and he was sure Brenner would be better. After discovering that one side of Brenner's neck was off he adjusted it and said see you one more time and hope it helps. Well...
We left the office with Brenner screaming so I thought I will take him to the mall, feed him and casually shop for a new swimsuit, I mean having only one kiddo was a treat. We got to the swimsuit part and I found one I loved, it was perfect and on sale. Headed to the dressing rooms and my supposed "new dream baby" turned hellish screaming like there was no tomorrow. How in the world did I become "that mom" the one everyone is secretly cursing hoping you would run out of the store. I'm sure they were thinking that stupid suit was not worth all the annoyance but I live far away and am going swimming tomorrow!
To end the saga I got the suit, frantically left sweating in a freezing cold mall with my skirt all twisted and my nursing top half snapped. On the up and up Brenner slept in the car which is a miracle in itself and sat quietly in his swing for 15 minutes. The adjustment didn't produce a complete switch but we have improvement and that's all I wanted. I am different this time, still frustrated yet at the same time just moving on and not letting this put a damper on summer. I know and take comfort in the fact that by next May Brenner will be sweet as pie just like his big brothers and to me makes this all worth it. (well they aren't always so sweet, Trexen refused to smile:)