In the quiet hours, a baby's cry, Echoes through the night, a lullaby. Infant colic, a mystery deep, In a healthy babe, it makes them weep.
Within the first few weeks, it starts, Prolonged cries break tender hearts. Three hours a day, three days a week, For three long weeks, parents seek.
The cause unknown, a puzzle grand, Digestive troubles, a tender land. Sensitivity to food, a guess, Or nervous system in distress.
Afternoons and evenings, they cry, Clenching fists, with a piercing eye. Back arched, knees drawn to chest tight, A flushed face in the dim light.
Patterns predictable, pain in sight, The same time each day, a constant fight. Comfort comes in various ways, Rocking, swaddling, through endless days.
White noise, a soothing sound, Holding the baby, love profound. Feeding changes, diet shifts, Seeking peace in gentle drifts.
Pacifiers, car rides, warm baths, Finding solace in different paths. Medical advice, a guiding hand, To understand this crying land.
Probiotics or drops, a try, Seeking relief as moments fly. Colic, a test of love's embrace, In each tear, a parent's grace.
