Poor guy was hurting something fierce. I stayed up with him most of the night - rocking, swaying, pacing, and bouncing. It was a brief glimpse of life with colic (thank you Lord it's not a nightly occurrence!)
Needless to say, we were all a little whupped today. I thought it was awfully nice of Keith to offer to help get Ben to sleep... then I realized it had been strangely quiet in that monitor for an awfully long time.
I came up the stairs, stood in the room, snapped 3 pictures and rubbed his leg for about 10 seconds before he stirred...
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He doesn't look like he's hurting in that picture. Thank God for the healing power of a parent's arms!
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