I want to tell you a story...
I want to tell you all a story. It’s about a mom who had two babies 12 months apart. And the second baby was different. He was sad or mad almost all the time. He did not sleep…ever. He gagged on even pureed baby foods. He could not hold his own bottle. He could not pick up food from his tray even as he got older. He could not crawl at nearly eleven months old. Transition from one room to the next or trying to remove a toy from his hand to bathe him would cause severe meltdowns.
I was perplexed. I had just done this and it was not this way. My husband was on a six month deployment. I could describe the hardships and the differences, but he was not there to see how hard this baby was! I initially thought he was in physical pain or that some physical ailment was making him so miserable all the time. I took him to allergists. I took him to dentists. He had cut four teeth by only 4 months old…was that the problem? I asked the pediatrician to watch videos. I kept telling all of them somethin…
I was perplexed. I had just done this and it was not this way. My husband was on a six month deployment. I could describe the hardships and the differences, but he was not there to see how hard this baby was! I initially thought he was in physical pain or that some physical ailment was making him so miserable all the time. I took him to allergists. I took him to dentists. He had cut four teeth by only 4 months old…was that the problem? I asked the pediatrician to watch videos. I kept telling all of them somethin…
