I went to a support group on Tuesday for postpartum anxiety and depression. The woman sitting next to me was there because she was breastfeeding her daughter two weeks ago and when she stopped nursing, she looked down and her baby was blue. Her husband did CPR and brought the baby back and she lived, but the mama is having horrible anxiety (obviously.) They are saying it was a "pre-SIDS event" and that it was a result of "silent reflux" - ummm....not the best fodder for my own anxiety, eh? I didn't exactly leave the group feeling supported...just more anxious.
Owen is a fussy baby. Colicky, perhaps, the doctors tell us. Though what is colic, other than the medical definition of "3 hours of crying 3 days a week for over 3 weeks"? Sounds just like parameters, not a diagnosis that is treatable. Yes, we are doing all the 5 S's, yes we are trying to eliminate foods from my diet, yes, yes, and yes - we are trying almost everything that has been suggested. With limited success. Some days are great, some are impossibly challenging. And, yeah, silent reflux is a possibility. Everyone keeps telling me "this baby is here to stay" and I try to believe them but sometimes my anxiety gets the best of me.
In spite of all this, I'm doing okay, believe it or not, still sleeping in two to three hour spurts but it is beginning to be more manageable. I am not quite as paralyzed or crippled as I was a week ago, but I still feel like I'm *still* climbing a mountain that puts Kilimanjaro stacked on top of Everest look like a molehill.
We've had four earthquakes in the last two days here, and our house is no more than 4 miles from the epicenter. They've scared the crap out of me. One of them, in the midst of Owen's 8 hour crying jag on Thursday, caused a bonafide panic attack that made E call in reinforcements (my brother came over, bounced O on the bouncy ball while I spoke to the advice nurse about colic...) I've been through two really nasty earthquakes in my life (89 SF, 94 LA) and I totally have residual trauma memories from them. I hate the way they come out of nowhere and make you literally question the ground you stand upon. Kind of like babyloss. Totally unpredictable, knocks you on your ass and sends you reeling in a way you never thought was possible.