Total and utter failure on my part. My god. The shrieking. It’s like we’re KILLLLLLLLLING HIMMMMMMMM!!!! All the time.
I couldn’t take it. I picked him up. 2 times.
My husband is somewhere rolling his eyes and calling me “sissy,” under his breath.
Total and utter failure on my part. My god. The shrieking. It’s like we’re KILLLLLLLLLING HIMMMMMMMM!!!! All the time.
I couldn’t take it. I picked him up. 2 times.
My husband is somewhere rolling his eyes and calling me “sissy,” under his breath.
Mom 2. Baby 1.
Dad. Exhausted.
I tried a new strategy. I didn’t come home until 9…and it worked! The kid was asleep and Arch won’t tell me how long he cried for.
I could get used this.
Mom 1. Baby 1.
The kid broke me. Or, to be more accurate, I broke down (much to the chagrin of my cold hearted husband). After 1 hour and 20 minutes of shrieking I picked Jack up and he promptly fell asleep in my arms.
I am not sure who was crying more. Me, or Jack.
UPDATE –
I’m not sure that everyone knows that CIO stands for Cry it Out.
Mom 1. Baby 0.
Arch keeps on bringing people over to distract me from the crying. Last night it was our neighbors. Tonight, it was Katherine & David. The distraction tonight? Welcome, but unecessary.
That’s right. The boy went down with out a fight. We could get used to all this quiet around here…
Night 1.
1 hour 15 minutes of sustained, very angry crying. Crying that said “dude. I can hear you, why the hell aren’t you picking me up!” …and then sleep.
keep your fingers crossed for night 2.