At least I thought he was wonder-baby and the shots were no sweat. Soon as we got him home, all hell broke loose. Our poor baby guy's cry was probably heard miles away... it took a LOT of patience on both of our parts but we made it through the night eventually. One cute thing: Crosby loves to be softly sung to and I was singing to him after he had been crying SO HARD and he began to fall asleep yet still kept his mouth open with this angry, sad, traumatized shape to it kind of like this but with his eyes closed.
This is when I DO NOT feel guilty for being in my pajamas until 3 pm... can't get the little munster to sleep! Going, going...
... and finally... GONE
I haven't even been putting him in his crib because even the slightest movement will wake him up and I know he is hurting. We've had him sleep in his swing... the motion is the only solution. Thank goodness there's something that will work for him I just want him to be comfortable!
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I totally know how you feel. Isn't it funny that you get terrified of waking them up? Hang in there! I hope he is doing better now.
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