Declaration of War (La guerre est déclarée)

Adam?

- Hello. - Hello.

Ready?

Romeo.

Are you joking?

No. Why?

I'm Juliette.

So We're doomed to a terrible fate?

I don't know.

"DECLARATION OF WAR"

Adam?

Adam?

His hands are wild!

His little twisted ears.

It's crazy.

I can't wait to get home.

It'll be nice, honey.

Don't budge.

Or he'll never stop.

- Maybe he's hungry. - You just fed him!

In five minutes, We'll get up.

Five minutes are up. I'm going.

All done.

You seem hungry!

Still hungry?

He screeches

One nonstop shriek for three weeks.

A real nightmare.

It'll do us good.

I think he'll sleep now.

I'll call you back.

Talk to you soon.

Who was it?

Nikos.

He invited me to a party.

Are you going?

I don't know.

Not if you mind.

Go on. I'm exhausted anyway.

Unbelievable.

- Something's wrong. - Stop repeating.

It's because you don't react.

Say if you disagree. Find a solution.

But you have no solution.

This kid is tyrannizing us.

He's a baby.

He's three weeks old, and babies cry!

Go get him, feed him, sleep with him?

- Almost done. - I'm at a total loss.

Why can't we manage?

You know, Romeo, we had him fast.

Maybe you need time alone.

I don't want to be alone.

Keep your suggestions to yourself.

If you want to live alone, say so!

Take him in your arms.

This kid just needs discipline.

Yes, Rosi?

I'm busy.

Don't put her through.

I'm busy.

What's the problem?

Adam has gas.

A bellyache it's hard to calm him down.

No, the problem is, he cries all day.

It's unbearable.

We don't know what to do to keep our sanity.

We don't want a tyrant.

You're right.

He's in perfect shape.

He has personality.

His motor skills are humming along!

- You breastfeed? - Yes.

- When? - When he's hungry.

Meaning?

When he asks.

How many times a day?

I don't know. 'IO or so.

Juliette, be honest.

Whenever he cries.

All day long?

The problem is, We're in a vicious circle.

He gets the breast nonstop, no rhythm.

In fact, he's sick of food.

Stuffed. Nauseated

So he cries.

You think he's hungry.

You give him the breast again.

Think of a force-fed goose.

It's unbearable.

What do we do?

Space out the feedings, so he gets on a schedule.

Today give him every two hours.

Tomorrow three. Then four.

Honestly, you have a tough few days ahead.

Even if he cries, resist.

- Can we let him cry? - Not too long.

How long?

15 minutes. Tops.

Then go for a walk. Distract him.

And if in three days, he's still crying,

come back to me.

Questions?

Thanks to Dr. Pratt’s advice,

Adam cries less and sleeps more.

Everything falls back into place.

Little by little, they find balance.

Juliette and Romeo flourish, and the child grows.

They both work to make a living,

but other dreams don't pay off:

Juliette, to become an artist;

Romeo, the head of a music company.

Ah only child, he never knew his father.

His mother, Claudia, raised him alone.

She is generous, free-thinking, and independent.

Romeo and Juliette are close to Claudia

and her companion, Alex.

They enjoy being with them.

Juliette has two older sisters.

Her family is better off.

They helped them buy an apartment.

Tell me if I can help with the renovations.

Not much to do. I love it like this.

They have faith in their future, their couple.

Young, happy, in love.

Life awaits, open-armed.

I'm Juliette. You're the new cook?

You okay, Romeo?

No, not really.

What's wrong?

I gave Adam his bottle, we played, and he vomited

You scared me!

It's nothing.

He's in the middle of a bad cold.

I think he's teething.

I feel bad.

We were playing just before. I thought it was me.

He's big now.

It's his teeth.

He vomited it all up at once.

So I called.

Sorry to bother you.

You're not bothering me.

Is he okay now?

Now?

He's in great shape.

Smiling.

Covered in puke, but smiling.

I'll go change him.

Call if you need to.

Take care.

So? What the hell?

You freaked me out, little shit!

- You have a kid? - Yeah.

Boy or girl?

Boy. His name's Adam.

His dad was worried because his son vomited

Try a little!

Go on.

On the leaves of an oak tree is where I dried my wings

On the highest branch, a nightingale did sing

I've loved you many a year

Never will I forget your song

Sing, nightingale, sing

Oh, how your heart is full of cheer

Your heart is made for laughing

Mine is made for tears

I've loved you many a year

Never will I forget your song

We won't finish for when Adam gets back.

We'll stay at Mom’s it'll be fun.

It was like an old-age home.

It always seems easy at first.

But it takes forever.

Like with girls.

I fill all the holes?

All of them.

You're leaving?

I have stuff to do.

Can you come back tomorrow?

No, thanks. Once is enough.

You invite me over to scrape walls?

Stay in one area. You won't get anywhere.

Hello?

It's Mom.

Everything okay?

I wanted to know,

does Adam have allergies?

I don't think so. Why?

He vomited up the milk I gave him.

All at once.

It was quite something!

Oh, yeah?

Check this out.

Try this on for size! Like my monster spatula?

When did your nephews start walking?

Late, I think.

I don't know. I can't remember.

Why does he keep vomiting?

I don't know.