We’ve had a rough few days, recently. T has been having issues with trapped wind, resulting in restless evenings and constant feeding after every new burp.
T looks to be in so much pain and it kills me that nothing I can do as mum, or what S can do as mumma, can help. His little belly feels so hard at times and it can often take what feels like hours before the wind passes – I wish I could take the pain for him. No amount of singing, swinging, or cuddling can sometimes help – we just have to wait out the gas with the help of Infacol before every feed and lots of patting and rubbing. It is slowly getting better, though.
I always knew the day would come where being mum sometimes wouldn’t be enough to soothe or reassure T, I just didn’t think it would be this soon.