TĂĄ iarracht dĂ©anta againn brĂ©agĂĄin a chur isteach, a fĂĄinnĂ soother, teething, chuaigh fiĂș sa tub lĂ©i agus nĂor oibrigh aon rud. Bheadh ââââsĂ© ina scread fest iomlĂĄn go dtĂ go bhfuair mĂ© amach Ă.
Rinne mĂ© go leor lĂ©itheoireachta ar lĂne agus ba Ă an chomhairle ba mhĂł a bhĂ ann nĂĄ am folctha a thabhairt ar ais nĂos luaithe toisc go bhfĂ©adfadh go mbeadh sĂ rĂł-thuirseach le haghaidh folcadh. Mar sin bhain mĂ© triail as sin ar feadh seachtaine agus nĂ dhearna sĂ© mĂłrĂĄn difrĂochta. Mar sin d'Ă©irigh mĂ© as a phost chun glacadh leis gurb Ă© seo an bealach atĂĄ ag am folctha anois agus tĂĄ sĂșil agam go n-Ă©ireoidh leis go luath.
Ansin, go tobann arĂ©ir (tar Ă©is 6 seachtaine de chĂ©asadh) shuigh sĂ sĂos, d'imir sĂ lena brĂ©agĂĄin, rinne splancscĂĄileĂĄn agus sĂlim go bhfaca mĂ© fiĂș leid doilĂ©ir ar aoibh ghĂĄire. BhĂ mĂ© ag scrĂobadh mo chinn agus ag smaoineamh cad a rinne mĂ© difriĂșil, agus ar ndĂłigh rud ar bith. DĂ©anann sĂ© seo nĂos frustrachas fĂłs mar cĂ© a fhios cad a thabharfaidh anocht. Is breĂĄ liom go bhfuil an cumas sin ag leanaĂ chun tĂș a choinneĂĄil ar do bharraicĂnĂ i gcĂłnaĂ. Ar a laghad nĂ bhĂonn nĂłimĂ©ad doilĂ©ir ann riamh!
