So Mack is a gassy kid. He just can't seem to get settled. We changed his formula to this smelly super digestible kind; we changed his bottle to the kind that minimizes bubbles; we feed him slow and go for frequent burps. But he fusses. He doesn't sleep much during the day, forcing us to be in constant motion. The family is struggling to cope. Shana is having a difficult time with Mack's neediness and screaming. Family is pouring in to help with both kids. I'm fried from home and work pressures. Patricia the night nurse is spending at least 2-4 nights a week helping. It's intense.
Mack is about 6 weeks old now and it feels rotten to only talk about his gassiness, though that's certainly the main concern of the day. He's going to be fine. He's got big eyes and hands and seems thicker than chicken-like Nate. He does tummy time better than Nate ever did. He grabs things tight.
We'll get through this but man, this is tough. Not much sleep going around if the night nurse isn't around.
weeks later, Nate and I are in the car and I see the "E" flashing on the dashboard. "We need gas," I realize. From the backseat, Nate says as if he just had a bright idea, "Mack!"
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