Please Stop Fu**ing Crying
An ode to parents dealing with colic
Disclaimer: I am not a poet. But I was a desperate parent about a year ago, looking for answers as to why my beautiful new baby (my first) was so inconsolable. During an exceptionally tough day, I jotted this down in the notes of my phone — even while my little babe wailed beside me as I pumped—because it helped me find a way to release my frustrations … and even have a little giggle.
You ate all the food,
and burped all the burps,
your diaper is fresh, clean, and dry.
But for some unknown reason,
no matter the season,
you throw back your head and just cry.
We swaddle, you suck,
we shush and we sway,
each day a new tactic emerges.
You look me dead in the eye,
quiver that lip, release a sigh,
and bellow in waves and in surges.
We know that it’s rough,
being a baby is tough!
But being your parent ain’t a walk in the park, either.
For when you wail, scream, and cry,
pushing my limit each time,
I count the minutes ’til you grant me my next breather.
