Monday, October 29, 2007
Oh, boy, that was tough
Not only did I have the weekend from hell at work where the running joke from everyone was "Ha! Welcome back!", it was a tough one for me, Kevin and Roni. I put him to bed Friday night and, literally, did not see him again until this morning. He did pretty well all day Saturday. That being said, he was, apparently, a whiny mess on Sunday. Only took one nap and, well, let me put it this way...he greeted me when I came home at 12:30AM. As happy as we were to see each other, I have to be honest and say that I was so tired that I was dizzy. I hugged him and kissed him for a few minutes and then attempted to put him to bed. He wasn't going to let me off that easy. All he knew was that I disappeared on him for more than two days and he didn't know where I was or why I left or if I was even coming back. I made my way, whimpering I might add, back upstairs to try to soothe him. I found him sitting in his crib crying his little heart out. I picked him up and held him to me. He tried to push me away a couple times, but I just kept holding him until he snuggled his head on my shoulder and fell asleep in my arms. He finally gave a deep, contented sigh that I figured meant he was in a deep sleep. I glanced at the crib and realized that I forgot to drop the rail in my haste to stop the crying when I picked him up out of the crib. Damn. Damn. Damn. At that moment I threw up a blessing of thanks to whoever invented the rail that drops with one hand. I laid him in his crib while he stayed asleep at 1AM. He was up by 7:45. Unbelievable.