My mum brought us up not to swear, and rightly so. I'll be bringing Ronnie up in the same way. However when I began to write this blog about wind, the only word I could find to really sum up how I felt about it was the F word. So, sorry mum i'm running with it.
You see, I was blissfully unaware that when I had Ronnie it would be the hardest thing to understand in a newborn. Not only has it stolen all of my sleep, but it has stolen my money and my sanity too. Here is why.
Ronnie is a good baby, she hasn't had colic or reflux she is very happy, content and lets us know when she's hungry tired or filled her nappy. She is fairly easy to work out. What however is her demon is trapped wind. From birth it has been a source of contention. Her body spasms uncontrollably when she is layed down without removing every bubble of wind from her stomach. It happened whilst I breast fed her, and now on bottles, no one was worse both equally difficult to understand.
I feed her. I wind her. I break down her feeds. I wind her more regularly. I use infacol. I use gripe water. I use dentinox. I use colic drops. I buy new 'closer to nature' bottles. I buy Dr Browns bottles. I use a dummy to soothe. I tilt her onto her side. I give her warm water. I wind her. I wind her. I wind her. I wind her.
I've read every book, googled every symptom, asked every mum and read every forum. Some nights she spends all night tossing and turning, grunting. Not crying out, asleep but uncomfortable. People suggest to sleep through the noises, put ear plugs in, pop her in another room. I might be my own worst enemy here but non of these I feel comfortable doing not with a newborn, so I spend a lot of the night awake trying to comfort her, trying to relieve the wind.
I'm writing this so that anyone of you new mums who are going through this can scream at this blog 'WE F***KING HATE WIND TOO' But more so to tell you that we have just hit the 3 month mark... and dare I say it... it's getting better..... she is quieter. It hasn't gone but she has stints of completely peaceful sleep. They are getting longer, and more frequent.
You see when you're in the thick of things everything feels like forever. The days are long, especially when you're up all night. But the weeks are quick and soon enough the things you used to cry about (oh and there have been many tears) are now a distant memory. Each phase comes, F***'s things up and eventually leaves.
So there is a light, but first of all you've got to go through the wind tunnel.