An American in Provence

Last night we were victims of an attack of newparentitis.
As it was a day off, we invited one of Alain's colleagues from work and his wife over for pizza.
They have a two-month old little girl, who is normally very quiet and calm.
No problem, she'll just sleep in the corner like last time right?

As soon as they arrived, she started fussing. Didn't want to eat, didn't need to be changed, etc.
We ordered two pizzas and waited. She kept crying.

They jiggled her up and down, put her down, picked her up, took off her clothes in case she was too hot, walked her around the apartment... nothing worked.
If I were the baby, I think I would just want to be left alone.

Heaven knows I'm not an expert in the little buggers, but sometimes they just cry for no apparent reason, no? And in that case, pretty much everything you do either makes it worse or is pointless.
Anyway.... they decided...

Hup! To the emergency room.
They left in a flutter, and we waited for our two pizzas to arrive. What do we do now? I guess we have enough pizza to last the weekend.

I suppose we will probably be the same if we ever have a kid or two. Though I am guessing by the time the second arrives, you can leave them crying for days before you think to yourself "Hmm, maybe I should take him to see the doctor?"
So readers, please share your newparentitis stories.

** Not saying that we didn't expect the baby to cry- heck, that seems to be what they were made to do.
Just saying that perhaps a bit of fussiness didn't warrant a trip to the emergency room at 9 pm.
final verdict: Colic