No dice.
After an initially promising peirod, it turned into the usual every other night screamfest. Last night, he slept, albeit .fitfully (as discussed below). No one has witnessed the terror, with the exception of my parents, because they see him during normal waking hours when he is storing up his energy for use in the dead of night, or has had the fortune to have him on one of his good nights. As I wrote that he chuckles, mocking me.
This kid must be nocturnal. The only way I can get him to even half sleep at night is to put him in a U-shaped pillow cone and place him in the Pack n Play Basinet. And then only fitfully does he sleep, every 3-5 minutes attempting to punch himself in the head. I am only using this method to let Katy get some sleep. Otherwise I would swaddly and toss him in the crib and let him cry his little eyes out. Good for the lungs . . . . .
Since Katy is sick, I'm going to implement an emergency schedule starting today. Work from 0600 to 1545, sleep from 1700 to 2300, watch Ryan from 2300 to 0500. At least then Katy and I can get 6 hours of sleep each at something that could legally, as far as labor standards go, be defined as night.
Maryland lets you change a kids name without a court order up to the first year of life. I keep trying to convince Katy to let me get him renamed to "Hell Baby Carneal."
Her objections, I've noticed, are getting weaker by the day.
Now, off to work . . . . .
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