Last night was a night out a sitcom of frazzled mew parents. I had a very sore throat and was relatively out of commission and Michael was working on a project - it was going to be a very low-key evening. Then Greyson, who had been an angel all day, decided that he needed to work his lungs and scream. Uncontrollably scream for hours. Nothing worked. Not bottles, not pacifiers, not rocking, not strolling, not changing his diaper, the gripe water only worked as he was taking it but then he started screaming again. About midnight Michael finally loaded him into the car and drove him around the block until the screaming stopped and the little man fell asleep. He slept for a little while and then the screaming resumed. I took over around 3:45 and had limited success by "boobing" him. I don't really nurse him, but apparently I am a human pacifier. It was madness. Madness I tell you!
Today is going much better. Greyson is well behaved and is resting on my chest right now. It's moments like these that gets me through moments like last night. Greyson is so sweet and wonderful, and I'm just so happy that he is my little man.
He just better not scream all night tonight too!
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