It's 6:30 and he isn't crying. his legs are softly folded up on my side, not stiffly stuck out in pain. His little hands are relaxed and sweet, not grasping and scratching. When he nurses he is sweet and gentle and falls it a milk induced coma with little bits of milky, sweet drool falling out of his mouth. Very much unlike the frantic, jaw clenching, chomping that quickly gets him a pacifier rather than a breast. Now he eats a whole meal rather than eating and pulling away after a few bites to cry.
Ike was colicky for the first six months and was a vomit projecting, miserable child until almost a year. Lets hope little nicholas doesn't suffer so.
Ginger pancakes for lunch.
