This weekend we had a bit of a breakthrough.  We had a happy baby!  Friday night was amazing.  His feedings were like a gift from God.  He was fussy on Saturday, but not the definition of fussy Stunning and I have attached to the word.  Take a look at the differences:

From Websters:

Fussy: \ˈfə-sē\  adjective  1 : easily upset : irritable

Our Definition:

Fussy: \ˈfə-sē\  adjective  1 : HOLY CRAP HE WILL NOT STOP SCREAMING. PLEASE DON’T BE IN PAIN ANYMORE.  I AM SO SORRY YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS.

I think you might be able to see a bit of a difference.  On Saturday, Junior was fussy as in Webster’s definition.  There was no pain.  It was amazing.

We had the incredible sense that this is what most parents experience.  We must say, it’s pretty awesome.  However, there’s a part of me that it makes me really sad.  Not sad that he’s better, but he turned six weeks on Sunday and we’ve really only have experienced a couple days of this.  The typical feelings and experience most people have when they bring their first child onto this Earth was stolen from us by this terrible disorder.  We’re so happy to experience just a few days. 

Please pray that this continues.  We know there’s a chance it will revert (people call it the honeymoon when they’re put on new medications/formula and see improvements before reverting), but we are so blessed that have experienced just a few days of bliss.  We would like to experience a few more though.