What's Wrong, Baby?

Greetings everyone! Hope you're all doing well. This is my Day 4 of the #thirtydaychallenge, which is to write a post every single day. It seems like I'm on the right track, but I'll see how I go.

Anyway, the other day when I was at the shopping centre with Baby DJ, I was on the verge of having a meltdown because he wouldn't stop crying and he would only stop if I took him out of his pram. I couldn't do my shopping because every time I put him back in his pram, he would cry hysterically. I tried to be tough for him. I said to myself, "No, I am not going to cry. I don't want people to think I don't know what to do." I also urged myself not to call anyone for help. But I was desperate. Really desperate.

I thought to myself, what have I done to my baby? Have I smothered him too much that he is becoming so much like me? Just wanting to be home all the time. Not keen to see other people besides his Mum and Dad. I tell you, my struggle is real.

So, I phoned one of my Aunts to ask where she was. Just in case she was around the vicinity. But she was home. So I decided I was not going to bother her or my other aunt.

I had no choice. I phoned my husband. And the first thing I said to him as soon as I heard his voice, "Please, help me!" My voice was breaking. He could also hear his son's outburst.

I phoned my Mum, too, but what can she do? She's thousands of miles away. I was like a little child myself looking for my mother and calling her for help. She said to put my baby back in the pram and walk. He'll be entertained while we wait for his Dad. And that I did.

Baby DJ was all right for three minutes but he cried again. I sat down on a bench and held my baby again. Maybe he was hungry? So I gave him his bottle and fed him. He only drank maybe 5 ml and he cried again. "Why do you have to cry like this, Baby?" I asked my son, as though I would get a clear response from him. Of course, he had already stopped crying. I was holding him.

Like I said earlier, I was almost at the point of bursting to hysterical cry myself. That's when a Filipino lady saw me and I told her my frustration. She was accommodating and spent a few minutes with me. She talked to Baby DJ as well. He would respond to her and even smiled at her. He is actually friendly but just too shy, I can definitely see myself in him.

Then after a while, she asked if she could hold him. I gave him to her and she held him. He did not cry. That was a huge relief for me. She turned away and continued to talk to him. But as soon as my baby saw me again, he started to cry. She gave him back to me. He was fine again.

I thanked her for the time she spent for me and Baby DJ. But what I am more thankful was that she was there when I was almost losing myself. She was a godsend. I was able to hold my composure and, uhm, sanity whilst I continued to wait for John.

After she left, I put my baby back in the pram and he cried only for a little bit and fell asleep not long after. Either it was from him exhausting himself from all the crying he did or the calmness that this Filipino lady had passed on to him (to both of us actually). I thank God for either one.

John finally came and saw that our son was already asleep. Together, we were able to go shopping. Our son didn't even flinch, not one bit. He was in deep slumber, unaware of his surroundings, all throughout that time. He woke up to see his Dad taking him out of his pram to put him in the car. He was fine. Relieved is a better word. He knew it was time to go home.