The screaming fits have continued.
I didn't expect the weaning to stop them, I just knew that the weaning would prevent me from beating up on myself every time she had them. The fits are usually once a day for around fifteen to twenty minutes. Yesterday there were more than one and today she had the longest one yet--forty-five minutes.
Ironically, I had taken pictures of her earlier in the day, because Mousie is just so cute and requires lots of picture-taking. Here she is around 2:15pm, on the kitchen floor, happy as can be. She laid there, playing with her feet and cooing for thirty minutes while Cub and I made and ate lunch (Cub had a middle-of-the-day nap, hence, late lunch). I think it's safe to say she's pretty content.
At about 4:00pm, she started getting fussy. This is normal. She usually has her fits between 3:30 and 5:30 and I've found that putting her in her sling helps to calm her down. While I'm not a huge advocate of keeping your child strapped to you at all times, I do think a once-a-day sling ride is good for Naomi, since she is typically content and independent (notice the above picture).
At about 5:00, I put her down for her evening nap. This is always a tricky one, because she still needs it, but she typically fusses for a bit before falling asleep. This is usually no big deal and the fussing is very much a tired fuss. I checked the monitor at 5:15 and noticed that she was becoming increasingly loud. I realized a gassy fit was on the horizon, so I went in and picked her up. Within minutes she was inconsolable. She sobbed, she screamed, she lost her breath, she clawed at my neck (resulting in a few scratches) and she kicked and stiffened. No matter how much I rocked her, gave her a paci, sang to her, walked her, nothing helped. She would calm down and suddenly scream again in pain. I carried her into my bedroom and grabbed my phone and began recording her. I knew it was time to schedule an appointment with our doctor again, and I wanted him to know how she sounded. After she finally calmed down (around 6:00), I wanted to get a picture of her asleep, to show her red and tired face. The nursery was almost pitch black so I couldn't see what I was snapping, and instead I got a picture of my face.
Red nose and smeary make-up. I hadn't started crying until she fell asleep.
I understand that so many parents have it so much worse than I do and I don't want this to sound like a pity-party at all. I know I have it good. I am honestly blessed with two wonderful children. What's hard for me to swallow is the not knowing. I don't know what's wrong with Naomi, and that is extremely frustrating. Watching my sweet baby girl go from happy to helpless within a matter of minutes is heart-wrenching. I know it's her stomach, because she releases so much gas during the fits, I just don't know if these kinds of fits fall into the realm of "normal" or not. I'm hoping the doctor can tell us what the next step should be. Cub was a champ through the whole thing and played with his trains in the living room while Naomi cried.
So, that's where we are right now. Thanks for reading.