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He Will NOT Stop Crying!!


"He will NOT stop crying!"

That phrase characterized my son's first few months of life. Screaming, crying with no relief. Change the diaper, change the clothes, feed him, rock him. NOTHING HELPED!!

And I heard it all. "Oh he's colicky." and "well, he's just an irritable baby" (that gem was from his pediatrician) and "flip him end to end" and "he's just manipulating you" (yes- the four month old baby). 

I was an emotional, confused mess. All I could think was there was SOMETHING wrong with my sweet boy. I KNEW it. And no one would listen except my husband. As a first time mom, albeit a "maternally advanced" mom, you get treated like you just don't know. You get dismissed. But I digress.

Did you know that the sound of an infant's cries are used in torture? I am not surprised. Listening to the boy child cry was pure torture and all I could do was cry with him.

I went round and round with doctors, who wouldn't listen. And eventually I read an article called "The Loudest Silence I Ever Heard" by Travis Norwood. You can read it on his website at www.travisnorwood.com. The article talks about his visit to an orphanage and that none of those precious babies in the orphanage were crying. Twenty or more babies- a silent orphanage. Those poor babes had given up. No one was meeting their need for comfort and affection and so they stopped crying out. 

What an eye opener. I mean- I knew whatever was wrong with my son was medical- but still. I was so thankful for those cries. I resolved to do the best I could do without a solution and that was to just hold my sweet boy and let him cry while I comforted him. I discussed this with a couple of moms in my area- my resolve to just wear him (I love my Lillebaby) and comfort and love him. I heard things like "wow I couldn't do that" and "oh she needs to get used to comforting herself". 

And it made me sad. I think if my son were capable of comforting himself, he would. And let's be honest- sometimes I need to be comforted by someone else. Now when my son cries, sometimes I sigh and get frustrated. But even then, I remember that orphanage and I thank God that my boy can cry and be tended to. So I'll tend to him while he lets me. Even if that means 24 hours a day. 

Oh and that medical problem? We switched pediatricions and I was right. Boy had severe reflux and is now under the care of a pediatric GI at Children's. 



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