Yesterday morning, I was nearing my wit’s end.  He woke up at 8am.  Bloody effing hell mad at the world.  Three hours later, he was starving, but too riled up to even grasp the bottle.

So I stripped down.  Stripped him down.  & climbed in the shower.

Let the pattering of the warm water soothe him while we rocked back & forth in the shower.  When he was finally calm, Nate handed the bottle through the shower curtain & I fed him.  In the shower.  We had 20 minutes of complete, relaxing calm (although he did pee on me).  Minus how aching my arms were at standing, swaying, & holding both a 13-lb baby with one arm & a bottle with the other.

If only we could have stayed in there for hours so he could have napped.  Unfortunately, we did have to get out, which meant into the cold & resuming of the screaming.  Despite a clean towel warmed in the dryer & fleece jammies put on immediately.  While Nate wrapped him in a fuzzy blanket, trying to “shhh” him to a level where he would take a paci or at least allow me to rock him, I sat on the nursery floor & cried.

A week of inconsolable screaming at 12+ hours per day of said noise.  The desperation of using the shower as a way to soothe the child.  I officially needed a break.

God bless The  Momma & Daddy.  They babysat Harrison yesterday afternoon so that Nate & I could just spend time together.  You know, where we could hear each other without having to mime words over the ear-splitting pitch of colic/reflux/whatever.   So we went & snagged some sweet, warm lattes to ward off the bitter cold (20 degrees!) & grocery shopped.  I never though I could re-connect with my husband over the frozen veggie section, but anything is possible these days.  It’s all about re-thinking romance – gone are candlelit dinners & roses after work.  But in a sweet way, Nate letting me have the first sip of his Gingerbread latte so that I can snag the candy bits & helping me find the best avocado in the bunch feels just as tender.

It won’t be like this for long, Mr. Darius Rucker.