Infacol

If I didn't know better I would serious believe in Infant Bipolar Disorder. My brand new baby (who isn't so brand new any more, two months today) seems to have taken on two very different personas. At times, he is the sweetest child in the world who can just make your heart melt. Other times he seems to be Rosemary's baby, not mine. He obviously had a bad case of gas and I was about to label him--the dreaded word-- 'colicky'. I don't know what is worse, knowing your poor child is in pain, or knowing you can't do a damn thing about it.

Before


After two weeks of screaming (one of which was when Axel was home) I needed to seek some help. One of the greatest things about Dubai is they are liberal with pharmaceutical drugs. They seem to have a drug for everything and you can obtain just about anything over the counter. If you want antibiotics, the only question they ask is how many packs. It can be really great when you have had 4 kids and can easily identify a bacterial infection as opposed to a virus. No more pointless visits to the doctors.

I went to a local pharmacy here to see if they had any miracle drug. Wouldn't you know they did! It is called Infocal. The stuff has transformed my baby from a kid I was williing to sell to a child labor camp back into the sweet child I love and adore. If I religiously use it, he is content and happy.

After



The happiest part of this story is in only a few short months this will all be a moot point. No more gassy babies for me. I can just admire others and be happy in knowing I put my time in...