Second night in the hospital, the night after his circumcision. He would not let us put him down. We ended up doing half hour shifts staying awake and holding him (or nursing in my case) all night. We were really adamant about him rooming in so the nurses didn't wake him back to the nursery except for the shift change/rounds.
I'm actually glad we got the worst night out of the way because everything seemed like cake after that. And I'm pretty sure if we had been at home and he was crying like that I would have lost it.
Post by sailorgray on Sept 6, 2013 16:06:04 GMT -5
Besides when he had ear infections, the worse crying was one night when nothing would calm him down. We kept offering him a bottle and he would drink a little (or so we thought) and then he would start crying and screaming. Well, the nipple hole was clogged. For 25 minutes this poor baby was hungry and trying to eat. We were so relieved that it was a simple fix.
I just remember sitting in DS1's room at night and staring out his window wondering if life would ever be normal anymore. I dreaded nights and was mad at my H because his life did return to some sense of normalcy. By the time DS2 came, I knew from experience that things would return to normal (a different kind of normal). I also learned to just drag DS2 into our room at night and watch TV while nursing him. That made a huge difference in my happiness. Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives and House Hunters were always on I think staring out that damn window feeling sorry for myself every night was a bad thing.
One night DS was having a meltdown. It was night that stbx was at work and I didn't want to bug him about it. I tried everything that I could think of and nothing was working. Finally I put him in his swing in the living room turned it on and just let him scream. I went and hid in my room for a little bit and cried. After about 20 minutes he wore himself out and fell asleep.
The nights are the worst. B can be happy all damn day but the nighttime rolls around and he will just scream sometimes. Scream! I told my husband he could go out to a concert one night when B was six weeks because I really felt like I had a handle on things and wanted just a night of alone time. Within minutes of him leaving B just starts screaming and will.not.stop. I waited an hour to text my husband that things weren't going well and another to tell him to start driving back. And then as soon as my husband had left the no return concert B passed out for the next six hours. Babies are jerks.
I wish I knew I could put him down in the early days. He can't go anywhere. Just lay him down if you get frustrated and go have a primal scream. Even at three months I desperately needed to shower yesterday because I had an appointment, so I just put him down crying and took the world's quickest shower only to come back to him sleeping.