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.
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CIO Night 4
Thursday, April 26th, 2007CIO night 3
Tuesday, April 24th, 2007Mom 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.
CIO night 2
Monday, April 23rd, 2007Mom 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…
CIO
Sunday, April 22nd, 2007Night 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.
Teething Sux.
Monday, April 9th, 2007For about as long as I can remember, I retort with some varient of the following whenever my parents tell me what a pain is the ass I’m being….
There the two of you were, lying in bed all alone. Quiet and peaceful. When suddenly, one of you looked over at the other one and said “Wouldn’t it be grand?”
Well everything that happened after that isn’t my fault. You did this to yourselves…..
So, this past weekend, Sarah and I took Friday off and headed out to my Dad’s house in CT. We had the whole house to ourselves and the plan was just to chill out and relax. It was going to be great.
Yeah well…. Jack had other plans. Apparently, someone put “teething” on his to-do list.
So for the past four nights, we’ve been treated to hours and hours of screaming baby. And what a treat it is. Nothing beats trying to console an inconsolable little person who really doesn’t deserve to be in any more pain ever again, ever.
I mean, it’s really great. It’s way better than say…. not getting out of bed until noon. Or having a giggling contest.
It’s moments like this that make me wish that I’d given my “Wouldn’t it be grand?” speech a few less times, ’cause this really sucks.