This story ends with me tearfully hugging my husband. But I will get to that here in a minute.
Mark tends to cluster feed on weekends when he is home with us all day. That makes sense since on weekdays I only feed him once in the morning from the source before going to daycare (I’m the source) and once, maybe twice, in the evening from the source before he goes to bed between 6-7 p.m. The rest of the time he bottle feeds pumped breast milk. So weekends it’s like he’s spoiled being around me where he’s able to feed from me anytime he wants.
Last night was like any other Sunday evening since having Mark. Lots of laundry, some cleaning, less organizing than we should’ve done, and plenty of baby cuddles. By the time 6 o’clock rolled around little man had eaten almost every hour for the past few hours. Thankfully in between feeds Mark is happy to lay on our bed with us, or in his rocker. He’s a very content baby and enjoys his alone time just staring at the white walls.
Not last night though. As he was laying in his little bassinet, which I was sitting beside trying to make him smile, out of nowhere he starts wailing.
And not the “I’m hungry give me a boob” wail, the “someone is hurting me and I’m in so much pain” kind of wail.
Mark got extremely red in the face and was screaming so loudly that I felt completely and utterly helpless.
We offered him a boob, but to no avail.
By this time, I am crying along with Mark.
We take him to his room to swaddle him up, but before doing so, we look over his entire body. Something HAS to be wrong with him with the way he is crying. Maybe he got bit by something.
No marks. No bites. Nothing.
We grab the thermometer. Nope, a perfect 97.7°.
Let’s take him back to the chair I feed him in.
By this time I’m balling. Seriously. So. Helpless!
But then I remember what my husband always says to me. Mark’s attitude is reflective of my attitude. If I am crying, almost uncontrollably, then Mark will see that.
So I do my best to stop. He hasn’t latched on yet, so I try my best to soothe him.
Finally he latches on.
Then he falls off.
Back on again.
This happens a few more times before he starts to feed like he normally does. About 10 minutes later, we flip him – we usually don’t offer both sides to him in one feeding, but we feel under these circumstances, the kid can get both sides.
Once he’s done feeding, we have our happy and very giggly baby back. We then put him to bed where he cried for about 5 minutes and then was out. Dustin and I then went to the kitchen and hugged it out. Dustin knew how stressful that was for me. And, if he felt stressed or worried, I didn’t see it.
I texted my mom later in the evening to tell her what transpired and she said if he didn’t have any cuts or bites, then maybe he is starting to teethe.
Honestly, that never crossed our minds. Don’t babies start teething around 6 months? At least that’s what we thought. Dustin then went on his Google machine where he found out that excessive drooling, irritableness in the evening, not latching on very well and more fussiness are all signs of teething.
All the symptoms Mark was showing.
It’s tough having to decipher your babies every cry. Before, we hadn’t even thought of teething since he’s only 13 weeks old, but now that we are aware of the signs of teething, I feel better and almost certain he was just in pain.
To all you seasoned parents out there, when was your first moment of complete helplessness? Because this was mine. It might sound menial to a lot of you, but it was by far the worst moment of helplessness.
Hi there! I'm Kara, of taking KARA myself! I've dabbled in blogging off and on for a while now. Mostly off. But I'm trying to change that and make a dent in this side of the world wide web. Enjoy!