So yesterday we had our first episode of "unconsolable crying" aka "colic" aka "screaming like a miniature banshee with full-size banshee lungs." Since Lowell is 6 weeks we (and by we I mean the one who spends most of her time reading about this stuff while compulsively scanning urban baby posts) have been expecting this. Most people will tell you that 45 minutes of a screaming baby is not "colic" and we should be so lucky. They are right but we are new at this and 45 minutes of screaming baby is about all we (and by we i mean we) can handle.
And what the heck? "Colic?" It's one of those old-timey illnesses that has survived unlike "gout" or "dropsy." And why has it survived? Because they still don't know what the f*&k causes it or what it actually is. Anyway, I hope Lowell's touch of the colic miraculously goes bye bye.
Gout still exists. My dad has it. Poor Benny. The booze'll getcha everytime!
Posted by: Janie Schwartz | February 25, 2005 at 05:50 PM