He protest horrendously before the morning nap and all through it. He was screaming bloody murder.
He was exhuasted at lunch, so I thought I'd get away with him getting to sleep okay. Wrong! More screaming... of the someone is dying kind. It echoed through the house so bad, I wanted to give in. David asked what would I do if I gave in, other then torture him longer another time. So I want to my screaming baby and bounced him nearly to sleep. I laid him into his crib; it was quite. He had nearly exhuasted himself to sleep. (I thought)
A few minutes later, there was a bit more crying, and finally, asleep. I went in to check him, he has his blanky shoved into his mouth where his trusty pacies belong.
He didn't sleep as long as he needed. He woke up with that horrible end of the world cry - usually he wakes in the afternoon talking and babbling. I quickly went to him to try to sooth him; it was no use! Every few minutes he breaks down in tears. He's banging his head on the floor, throwing his blanky away (which he never does) and just acting as if it's the end of his world. He is refusing to drink still. It's been nearly an hour since he got up. He is quite grouchy. He's torn between being very angry with me, and needing my affections to help him through.
I'm worried he's just going to replace his pacies with his fingers and them I'm not sure if anything has been accomplished. I am doubtful I will make it through the night without giving in. I think it's time to wash the pacies again. It's a good thing I didn't really through them out. I'm sorry Max for your worst day ever.
To Be Continued....
This is a picture of Max from lunch today. He enjoyed making a mess of blueberries especially in his tired state.
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