AHHH!!!

So last night was a new adventure for me in parenting. Rachel went to bed around 10pm which was late for her and then she woke up at 11:45pm. We had decided that since she keeps randomly waking up for no reason at all that we were going to let her cry it out tonight. So I wake up with the first shout for me and check the time. By no means should she be hungry so I get ready to wait it out. As the next few minutes go by the shouts have turned to cries to screams with in 3 mins. So I go and check just to make sure there are no limbs sticking out of the bars (which has happened already once). Nope we're clear of limbs, so I head back to my room and sit for 2 mins and listen as the screams reach a new level. After a total of 5 mins I can't handle it anymore and go in to her room. I'm expecting the normal routine of pick her up cuddle her and give her the pacifier and all crying immediately stops and she's back to sleep in at max 5 mins sometimes as soon as 30 seconds (this is the reason we were letting her cry it out because it's silly for us to have interrupted sleep for 2 mins of cuddling). Unfortunately, that is not what I'm greeted with.

I pick her up the screaming insues and is joined with an awkward movement of throwing her self backwards and creating a "C" shape. Not the normal "C" you make by bending forward but arching everything backwards. Now arching her back is something she's started doing when she doesn't want to be cuddled. But this continued for what felt like another 5 mins and the "C" making was almost rhythmic with each scream until I could get her to calm down. Then a minute later it started again. I figured the heck with not nursing for comfort something has got to be done. So I tried calming her down enough to nurse which took a little bit of time and then she nursed for a minute before I saw a repeat of the ongoing event. By this time, I'm ready to panic I don't know what's going on and I'm thinking that there's a serious problem. To the point where I start to wondering if she's having seizures or what.

I hurry her into our bedroom where Mike is miraculously still sleeping through all this (It must be nice to be a guy). I tell that there's a serious issue and he gets up and takes her from me to see if he can calm her down. While he's rocking and trying to soothe and I'm in the closet putting on jeans and t-shirt. I grab the diaper bag and keys and head back to the bedroom.

Mike looks at me and asked what I was doing and I told him "we've got to take her to the emergency room because something is wrong".
He says, "Shell, she has gas."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I can feel it"
"oh"

Around 12:30am she's finally calmed down and we're sitting in the dinning room talking about how this gas pain was different then normal and how we haven't had an issue with it when we realized she hadn't had a bowel movement since Saturday afternoon. Mike suggested I get baby maylox and I said we could just give her some juice. Which we did and this morning Tada she had a poopy diaper. We think this was an adventure in constipation more than gas.