I feel like I have to come up with some cute little title for these posts just to make them fit in with the others. I apologize if it's getting old! ;) This title pays homage to my military background and its incessant need to shorten things. While I was deployed we lovingly termed one of our protein choices in the chow hall "murkey" because the little chow hall workers claimed it was turkey, but it looked like ham for all intents and purposes. This is another one of those....I couldn't chose between fred or drear...but it's a combination of fear and dread. Those are the feelings that come washing over both Jordan and I when Jackson lets out a little sequel of unhappiness these days.
You see, we are terrified of the screaming baby of unhappiness coming and taking our happy content little boy away again! (Ok so that may be a little dramatic). Aside from some screaming caused by a foray into the world of formula (we've got a Rx for a new one that should work wonders now), Jackson has been doing wonderfully since I eliminated milk and soy protein. Alhumdelallah! (I thought I'd throw in some random Arabic there. It means thank God. So far I've paid quite a bit of attention to the diapers portion of this blog and not much at all to the desert part. That was my weak attempt and balancing things out...) Even though he's been great overall, I can't help myself from throwing up a quick prayer when his crying starts to get a little frenzied that is something along the lines of, "please dear sweet Jesus do not let this be the beginning of the end! Send a little angel of intenstinal health into my baby's body and let him rip a huge fart right now if that's what needs to happen!" Yes. I talk to God about farting. I didn't used to, but I guess it's part of being a parent...
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