Mommy Dearest

Colic and the grocery store don't mix. Enough said. <------That was yesterday's Facebook status.......and the following is a reply from a college friend.

"I had (baby name) in the store once and he completely lost his little mind and this older woman came up and put her hand on my shoulder and said "Relax, every mom in here has been through this before. We are looking because we remember and feel for you, not because we're judging you. You're doing a great job." I was so upset and her words totally calmed me and I never let a public outburst bring me down again!"

Boy did that make me feel better about my situation. So I decided to face the rest of the afternoon with colic boy and his big bro at their friend's 1st birthday party. We really enjoyed ourselves and the baby snoozed the entire time. I even had to move the baby into the birthday girl's crib so  big bro wouldn't awaken my sleeping beauty.



Wake up Little Bro!!

Eventually, we made it home and enjoyed a fabulous dinner of bow tie pasta in a homemade marinara sauce that I had cooking all day in the crock pot. Soon it was time to feed the big bambino and as usual,  I took my position on the couch and allowed big bro to help feed him his two ounce supplement of soy formula. Such a good brother, he did as normal, shoved that bottle into his brother's mouth until he shut it down like an office at 5:00 PM on a Friday afternoon. No more formula for Mr. Bambino and a big old belch was given as a prize for a feeding well done. Off the couch hopped Mr. Big Bro with a smile on his face. He approached his dad, who was working hard on the other couch, and proceeded to hold up the baby's bottle with the remaining 1/2 ounce of formula left over. With a mischievous grin and a sparkle in his eye, he did what any daring 19 and a half month old would do....he lifted that bottle to his lips and took a big swig as mommy cheered him on for his courageousness. Then it happened....he was dry heaving and mama was not cheering anymore. Swiftly, with bambino in one arm and a blanket in the other, I launched myself off the couch and put the blanket under Big Bro's chin. His lips quivered and he struggled with the dry heaves momentarily. Then, like a rocket being launched from NASA, his bow ties shot up and out of his little mouth at lightning fast speed. He was so saddened by this and was stunned at what was happening that tears were pooling in his big expressive eyes. I almost cried myself as I held the contents of my own stomach down. One serving of bow ties was certainly enough for the evening. I felt awful for cheering him on, but was glad that I could catch his stomach's contents without loosing my own. Mommy fail yet a mommy victory all in the same. I bet Big Bro will never again drink from his little bro's baby bottle. Poor dude.