Gassy Boy

Will is taking 5 ounces these days, but tonight poor William was having a screaming gassy tummy. It's awful when this happens. He cries so hard and so loud and turns twenty shades of red. It kills me to see him suffering so, and it happens so suddenly. I put him on the hard floor in front of me to work out the gas by drumming on his tummy and then pushing his knees into his tummy in clockwise circles to move the gas along. Jack usually stops howling when I start beating on his belly, but this time he was having sharp stabbing gas pain and then he'd tense his belly and start howling again with the trembling bottom lip. The Dear Daddy couldn't bear the screaming pain he was in either and joined us on the floor, bad back and all, bent over at the waist and leaning on his elbows to hold Will's bottle for him so he would relax enough that I could work on his gas. It is heartbreaking when he cries like that and I think his Daddy was about to cry too. Really. His eyes were wet. The Beloved spoke tenderly to Jack and stroked his forehead and made goofy faces at him. He sympathized with him, "I know Baby Head, that hurts. You have to get that stuff out of there. That's why Mom's pounding on your belly. It's okay Baby Head, you'll feel better in a few minutes." Jack never took his eyes off of him, even smiled around his bottle before going back to mad frantic sucking. Every few minutes he would tense up and bear down and the farties came rolling out in long toots. Once the gas was relieved, The Dear Daddy stayed on the floor, sitting now, playing with Willie and talking silly to him. Will kept smiling and smiling up at him. Then he gave him two really big grins! Both of The Olders were in bed and it was just The Dear Daddy, Will and I sitting on the floor playing together, but really, I could have left the room and neither of them would have noticed - they only had eyes for each other! And it makes my heart go pitter patter for The Beloved all the more.