My Mother always told me that God sends us the baby we are able to manage at that moment in our lives. And, for certain, He only sends us one collicky infant. And as sweet as Georgia can be, she was the quintessential collicky new-born. She cried for hours and hours on end. We paced the halls with her in our arms and tried every remedy to get her to sleep. I suppose she may have been hungry as my first attempts at breastfeeding were problematic. It seems I produced the skim variety. My doctor's visits were like puragatory. She was never gaining enough and I had to go back every other day for the dreaded weigh in. Bullheaded, I refused to supplement. And we made it through, again, albeit slowly.
And Sebastian? My Mother was right. He is the calm our agitated home needs (especially my husband). He is everything that Georgia (and I) are not. Easy-going. Laid back. I have yet to hear him cry. He is a hungry little guy. Breastfeeding is going smoothly. Naturally I chewed my nails as he was put on the scale at the pediatrican's office. The results: 100 grams gained the first week, the ultimate prize for me. I cried silent victory tears of relief in the doctor's office.
And our days are passing smoothly.
Our family is complete.