The baby starts screaming. I pick him up quickly, holding him in our practiced way under his thighs, feeling his body convulsing and shaking as he cries in pain into my shoulder. I reassure him, swaying gently to soothe him, knowing that trying to distract him will make him cry more. We stay like that for ten, fifteen minutes, his body trembling against me.
Three hours, two suppositories and four dirty nappies later he starts to cry out in pain yet again. I pick him up and wonder what the hell can make a baby have such trouble getting rid of what his body needs to get rid of. I dread the answers the hospital may provide but I need to know.
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Oh, Ella, that’s so horrible. I hope you get some answers soon.
Poor, poor baby. I have had many a night when I have had to use suppositories. Awful. I hope they find out what is going on.
Thinking of you, Ella. I’m hoping that it is a simple fix, and you’re all resting.
Poor baby … you’re in our thoughts and prayers.
It is so awful when the baby hurts.
I’m praying that as I leave this comment, little man is feeling better and you’re all getting the sleep you so richly deserve.
Oh, Ella. You haven’t posted since this — I am afraid to ask what the doctors concluded.
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