Cry Havoc

I know some of you may be rife with the little green monsters about how I ofttimes go on and on about how serene and wonderful the latest addition to our family can be, but put away those voodoo dolls, my wife and I have experienced the other extreme as well.

My oldest son had Esophageal problems when he was a baby, something the Doctors failed to diagnose for a long time chalking it up to a hyper and worrisome new mom (some doctors, not all, should be shot for using that as an excuse to be lazy and not take parental concerns seriously). Nonetheless, my (oldest) little munchkin who was literally screaming 24/7 for months and months was not just a cranky baby, he had Gastroesophageal reflux disease. And even today, as we have our two beautiful toddlers who are as rambunctious as ever and love to fight one another over everything, we still have a bit of the other side: yet they are still absolute blessings and we love them.

So, it is fitting that my wife and I experience another more peaceful extreme, and probably also fitting that those little green monsters attack you until you’re poking needles into devilish moppets out of unbearable envy.

*ouch, quit it!*

Though as Murphy’s Law or merely some cosmic sense of humor would have it, the moment I rave about my monkey’s peaceful nature he shows Dad that he will not be put into a dinky box and labeled, he’s only four months old and is already rebelling. For two days after my last blog about him, the monkey was as crotchety as a baby can get. Although, he had reason other than some cosmic balance needing to be set, he had his four month check up and some newbie who couldn’t do something as simple as stab him quickly with a needle in his sparse bit of baby fat jabbed him twice in the leg muscles and sent my wee youth into overdrive. If that wasn’t bad enough, they also had to yank on his naughty bits because his circumcision was reattaching. Poor baby, yep, they made him bleed profusely. Good thing I was at work, I might of returned the favor.

And all this hoopla brings me to my point in the most roundabout way I think I could have concocted: cranky baby = sleepless night. Ordinarily, Davin isn’t up half the night, he will cry several times throughout mostly wanting comfort. And normally if we go in there and reposition him and plug him up with a pacifier, he’s good to go. But at what point do we let him cry himself to sleep. We tried it once for all of five minutes, if that, it seemed like five minutes and that itty-bit rocked his teeny world. Let me tell you, he was not a happy camper, oh if looks could kill. He definitely gets those expressions of annoyance from my better half. They both know how to show their discontent with a single mind-melting stare.

I figure maybe we’ll try again at six months, I mean, we don’t want to damage his psyche or give him abandonment issues. And it’s not that I’m afraid of hearing my monkey scream and carry on, as much as it breaks the heart, I can endure the noise. I just wonder what’s best for him. Any suggestions are always welcome.

That is all.