3. My Tamagotchi. That silly, simple, yet incredibly time consuming video game that was part of my keychain. I would spend hours each day feeding my little pet, cleaning up after it, and constantly trying to make it happy. Sadly, I stunk at being a tamagotchi parent. It was always depressed looking, or worse, would die. I could never seem to understand it’s needs, and gave up on it after three weeks. You know you did too.
If this face means he has a touch of colic, what in the blazes is full colic?
Itty Bitty smash!
You get the idea 🙂
Anyway, Itty Bitty cries most often at night even though there is nothing really wrong with him. His diaper will be clean, he would have just eaten, and hubby and I are burping, swaddling, swaying, singing, you-name-it-we-have-tried-it machines. All to no avail.
Suffice it to say, Colic = you should be a happy baby, but instead you are a crying fussy mess for hours each day. Most annoyingly it’s usually at night during the hours of 1am – 4am.
And then a horrible thought entered my mind – My tiny baby, the little Itty Bitty that I birthed and have loved since the very first second I laid my eyes upon him, suddenly reminded me of that darn tamagotchi.
So, I did what any normal first time parent would do. I cried. A lot.
Then I put on my big girl pants, aka my maternity pants (because lets be honest, my midsection is no where near pre-pregnancy size!) and decided to tackle the problem with optimism. I know failing, like how I failed my tamagotchi, is not an option.
So I now work on savoring each precious moment my Itty Bitty isn’t screaming his purple face off. And when he does, I try my best to soothe him, and if that doesn’t work, I play some music. This week it has been a lot of John Williams soundtracks, with the occasional sing-along to a Queen song.
Things sure have changed over the past 16 years since 1997. I don’t have time to make friendship bracelets, have watched Men In Black 2 & 3 (with the third being far superior than the second – Seriously, Josh Brolin does a better Tommy Lee Jones than Tommy Lee Jones doing Tommy Lee Jones – It’s uncanny) and I have a real life baby rather than a simple computer game key chain one. My days are full, my nights are long, often crying filled, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m just glad my baby doesn’t turn into a raging green Hulk. Well, yet anyway.