He’s screaming again. It has been three hours of misery tonight watching him fuss and squirm and whine and scream. We’ve run the usual gamut of reactionary reconnaissance: Googling, entertaining, feeding, distracting, more Googling, message boarding, prodding. And he’s still screaming. I feel the frustration filling my veins. I want to scream. But it’s not…

Colic & Hope: A Reflection

Less than a year ago today I was in parenting hell. Today is different.