Hux cried for two long, loud hours last night. It was reminiscent of the colic days, days so bleak I’ve managed to block them out of my memory. That awful crying babies do when they’re feeling miserable and sad but you can’t do anything to make them feel better and it breaks your heart.
It was bad enough when he was a tiny newborn baby and would scream for hours on end, but now he’s that little bit older and has such personality he looks at you with these expressive eyes. They say “mummy, I don’t feel good, please help me”, and you’re trying and trying but you can’t. I talk to him and sing to him to make him feel better (not surprised, Elfie usually says. “Mummy, please stop singing. It no good”) but he just whimpers with tears streaming, but on the upside no matter how upset he is he still likes to clap (his favourite trick) through his sobs.
We tried everything in an attempt to make him happy:
1. Rocking side to side
2. Rocking up and down
7. Teething powder
13. TV on in the background
16. Sitting in his room
17. Being on his own
18. A foot rub
19. A back rub
Finally, the one thing that finally made him smile off to sleep at a late late 4am?
His Daddy sucking on his fingers.
My son, the deviant.