Story from a friend
Here is a story my friend shared with me that I think deserves a blog posting. You mom's out there will appreciate this one. Comments in parenthesis are mine. Does anyone know how to spell parenthesis?)
Last night at around 12:30 a.m. my son (her 3rd child) wakes up crying. He does this periodically so I went in there, offered him a drink of water gave him a couple pats on the back and went back to my room. Usually this works like a charm. Well, not so last night. This child (I love that at this point, he doesn't have a name - he's "this child") proceeded to scream. By 1 a.m. my husband goes in there to see if he can have any more success with the rocking etc. Of course as soon as we pick him up, he stops screaming, put him down and it begins all over again. Well 2 (or 3) can play at this stubborn game, he wants to scream, let him scream - of course I can still hear him through my earplugs but at least it is muffled. (the earplugs are a dead giveaway that this is not a first child. No baby monitor here!) Okay, so around 1:30 a.m. - yes he is still screaming, I start to think perhaps there is something wrong with him. So, I drag my butt out of bed again, check for a fever, nope, normal, give him some tylenol anyway because it could be teeth, and a little drugs never hurt anyone (another seasoned parent move!), did the nose check on the diaper, nothing, rocked him a bit, he is dozing off, place him on the mattress and yes, it was almost the instant I walked 2 feet from his crib...WHAAAAA. I give up! 2:15 a.m. rolls around and my husband decides to give it another try since neither of us is really getting any sleep anyway and gets him to sleep, lays him down, yes the screaming begins yet again. I think he stopped around 2:45 or so, just exhausted I guess.
So, I am mentally going over my morning and figuring out when I am going to squeeze a doctors appointment in. I went in to wake him up around 7:45 a.m., unzip his pj's to change him into clothes and what falls out of his pj's? A block!@#!@$!@#!@! Yes, I am a terrible mom...making my child sleep on a block all night. UGH!!!! Could it have been any simpler? What is the moral of this story? Unexplained screaming in the middle of the night for 2 + hours, check their pj's for foreign objects, namely blocks.
Last night at around 12:30 a.m. my son (her 3rd child) wakes up crying. He does this periodically so I went in there, offered him a drink of water gave him a couple pats on the back and went back to my room. Usually this works like a charm. Well, not so last night. This child (I love that at this point, he doesn't have a name - he's "this child") proceeded to scream. By 1 a.m. my husband goes in there to see if he can have any more success with the rocking etc. Of course as soon as we pick him up, he stops screaming, put him down and it begins all over again. Well 2 (or 3) can play at this stubborn game, he wants to scream, let him scream - of course I can still hear him through my earplugs but at least it is muffled. (the earplugs are a dead giveaway that this is not a first child. No baby monitor here!) Okay, so around 1:30 a.m. - yes he is still screaming, I start to think perhaps there is something wrong with him. So, I drag my butt out of bed again, check for a fever, nope, normal, give him some tylenol anyway because it could be teeth, and a little drugs never hurt anyone (another seasoned parent move!), did the nose check on the diaper, nothing, rocked him a bit, he is dozing off, place him on the mattress and yes, it was almost the instant I walked 2 feet from his crib...WHAAAAA. I give up! 2:15 a.m. rolls around and my husband decides to give it another try since neither of us is really getting any sleep anyway and gets him to sleep, lays him down, yes the screaming begins yet again. I think he stopped around 2:45 or so, just exhausted I guess.
So, I am mentally going over my morning and figuring out when I am going to squeeze a doctors appointment in. I went in to wake him up around 7:45 a.m., unzip his pj's to change him into clothes and what falls out of his pj's? A block!@#!@$!@#!@! Yes, I am a terrible mom...making my child sleep on a block all night. UGH!!!! Could it have been any simpler? What is the moral of this story? Unexplained screaming in the middle of the night for 2 + hours, check their pj's for foreign objects, namely blocks.
posted by findalicia at 8:11 AM
1 Comments:
you spelled parenthesis correct...
Bob
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