I had already had two sons and each of them were as far apart as night and day, but when the third one came along, I was totally flabbergasted by how difficult it was with him. I never saw a baby so unhappy in all my life. He would spend hour after hour crying and nothing much helped unless I rocked him.
I began to wonder if I wasn’t a "bad" mother. I called the doctor to see if there was something wrong with him that I just wasn’t picking up on, but there was nothing. The doctor just said I unfortunately had a colicky baby and he would outgrow it. I wondered if I was going to be able to survive this.
It was torture to do the simplest thing like grocery shopping. Here I was toting two younger children with me and had him in his baby carrier and I could never finish the shopping without him screaming, red-faced. Everyone had advice, but nothing worked.
I don't envy anyone who has a baby like this. It took six months until he outgrew this. Unbelievably, when my son had a boy of his own, he was the same way!
