So, this week has definitely been a lesson in patience so far. Jack had a rough time of it at the beginning of the week. Despite our vigorous burping efforts, Jack seemed to have a bad gas problem. You know, he just doesn't always want to burp but that leads to other issues in his system. After three or so nights of Jack screaming bloody murder at times and pulling his legs up to his chest, I called the pediatrician, yet again, and asked if we should switch formula. Of course we are on the sensitive formula that is supposed to help with gas, but it just didn't seem to be doing the trick. We had been giving him gas drops, but those also didn't seem to work for him. Rather than switch his formula yet again, they wanted to try a prescription gas drop first. Wouldn't you know that yesterday he didn't seem as bothered by the gas after they called in the prescription. It was definitely still there, you could feel it in his tummy when you held him and hear it coming out, but there weren't as many screams. We only had to use the drops once last night, so maybe he is learning to manage the problem better. Who knows. All I know is that it must be really frustrating for him not being able to communicate what is wrong. He is depending on me and Justin to be mind readers, and I hate to disappoint you, but we are awful at it. I am still bewildered every time he cries and frustrated by trying to figure out what he needs, especially now that he seems to be having different time periods between his feedings. We are getting to the point where sometimes he will go almost four hours or three and a half and other times it is right at three hours when he is hungry. I just wish it was a little more routine so that I wouldn't fret so much. We are getting much enjoyment out of watching his little turtle head move about. He just wants to be able to hold his head up on his own so badly that he is doing his exercises any chance he gets. It's really funny when he is feeding and we have burped him and he wants the bottle back and that little head just starts moving from side to side frantically while his eyes get real wide. When he finally gets the bottle, he makes a little smile like it was just what he was looking for and goes back into hungry, hungry hippo mode. Now that his dad has gotten a little rest, maybe his mom can get some rest at some point. At least I can hope, right?