Hiya! I have no earthly idea where this came from, but I'm rather happy with it, and I hope you are too!
Disclaimer: I don't own Enchanted, but I do own the amazing memories of seeing Idina Menzel (Nancy) in concert two days ago...I also don't own the name Ella; that's Idina Menzel's cat's name :P
Colic really was a bitch.
It was being a bitch to sweet little Ella, who was currently screaming her lungs out from the discomfort, and then it was being a bitch to Nancy because it was being a bitch to Ella which caused Ella to cry which caused Nancy to cry because of the lack of sleep caused by the crying caused by the colic. It was really just one big messed up triangle...or quadrangle...or whatever the hell it was.
Nancy lightly bounced her baby on her lap while sitting on the bed, tears streaming from her eyes out of exhaustion and pity for her little girl. Edward was out on a week-long treaty and was due back that night (much to Nancy's relief). Many of the staff workers offered to help, but Nancy would not have her child raised by a nanny or a maid or whoever. She was going to do it by herself.
She had tried everything: tummy rub, the cycling the legs thing, a bath, some natural herbs, rocking, singing, everything! But nothing soothed the poor baby. Nancy knew that if she, a full grown woman was tired, than an infant must be ready to pass out (though Nancy felt guilty for thinking it, she kinda wished Ella would pass out for just an hour or two, just enough time for a small nap).
She sat Ella down beside her and then flopped back, just looking at the ceiling, her mind going numb. In her zone-out, she heard a faint knock, but didn't pay any attention until Edward waltzed in.
"Eddie!" She jumped up and gave her early husband tacklish hug. "Eddie, help! The colic-she-she won't stop crying! I've hardly been able to sleep since you've left! Please-please-"
"Nancy," he said gently. "calm down, my love. You'll give yourself a headache-"
"I already have a headache!"
"Just wait, let me look," he crawled up beside Ella. "Hello, my sweet little princess," he cooed, then softly looked in her mouth. He took his glove off and stuck his index finger out which she quickly went to gumming on. The room was silent. It sounded amazing.
"How-how-how-?" Nancy stuttered.
"My sweet," he said, now sitting Indian-style with Ella (who was still sucking) propped up on him like he was a chair. "that's not colic; she's teething."
And with that, Nancy, feeling incredibly idiotic, fell onto the bed and into a crying-baby-induced coma.
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