So I screamed and screamed all of yesterday...didn't even let up during feeds!
And my plan worked, Mom finally frantically called around all the chiropracters, paediatricians, baby clinics etc. I've been dying to get out the house...so at about 4pm, once she arranged to take me to the clinic the next morning, I turned into a perfect angel and have been one ever since.
So off to the clinic we went this morning, but for some reason the parentals arranged it during my nap, and then had the audacity to drag me into Toys R Us to buy a rocker for me. Well I showed all the folk there how to really use your lungs!
The lady at the clinic was nice though, she weighed me and I'm as light as a feather at 5.4kgs, but mom and dad's mouths hung open when they heard the weight, and then the sister's mouth hung open when she found out mom pushed me out.
The sister also told my mom to put me in my new chair after feeding, try infant gaviscon and gave her the number of a physio who studied colic in babies...so it looks like I'm going to be getting some massages in the near future, yipppee!
Also my rash/pimples are nearly gone, so mom looks happier again, women you know.
This is me in mid-coo, talking to Dad
Me and my Dad
Me in my new rocker
Me demanding to be removed from that infernal chair, while the parentals mess around with a camera
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