For most of the first 6 weeks of his life, Deven has slept like an angel. Snuggled into your arm, sprawled out in his Pack n' Play, tucked into his crib, or curled up beside Mama and Papa in their bed, he slept for huge chucks of time-3-4 hours at a stretch, would eat and then right back to sleep with him.
He is still napping like that throughout the day and for most of the night. He's a joy to have and we count our blessings that we have such a calm, relaxed, adorable child. Then evening rolls around. For the majority of the evening, he is PISSED. He wails, he refuses all comforts. He is completely inconsolable. It breaks my heart to see him cry at this stage of his life.
What worked last night was to turn on the fan, rock him slowly, rub his back, and sing softly to him.
Because we are problem solvers by nature, we have decided to institute a 8 PM quiet time. No electronics after 8 PM. Only soft voices and baby snuggling. We have got to solve this problem, because it is really upsetting to see your very young child so upset.
Don't get me wrong, though. I'll not be one of those parents that gives in and lets their kid have whatever they want because it is easier than dealing with a tantrum. No way. This is different. This kid is crying because he is overwhelmed. I just need to figure out how to help him feel less so.
Later on when he throws a fit because he MUST have that Elmo doll. Yeah, that's when we apologize to the nearest store employee, explaining that we can't buy any items today because baby boy cannot behave himself and then we leave the store. I'll.Not. Have. It. End of discussion.
I start back to work slowly next week. Shit. That went by too fast. I wanna stay home with him forever.
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