I don’t like it when people cry, I don’t like to cry, and I certainly don’t like it when babies cry. It’s sad, loud, and gives me a headache. So you can imagine my surprise when my (I will just refer to the baby as mine because we have now become so close we have our own langauge) happy baby turned into a screaming banshee. Literally.
It started two weeks ago and like most things I blamed it on teething. But it wasn’t teething, it was a happy little boy making the slow change into a mythical creature who has a scream that can be compared to no other. Or it was a baby switching over his sleeping patterns, I’m pretty sure it’s not the latter.
The first time it happened I learned white noise is god, it calmed him when my soothing “Shh’s” failed and usually put him to sleep. The second time it happened I learned how much I freakin’ hate the fan in the bathroom and how it’s not easy to hold a baby that pushes you away ( side note- baby you are supposed to love me! – end side note). From there it just got worse.
I felt bad for the little guy because we both knew he was tired, but for some reason he insisted on screaming at me…men.
So I held him close (as I do with most men that try to escape from my clutches) and rocked him while singing Adele (his favorite singer btw). But there is only so much screaming I can handle, and like most people when they hear a screaming banshee, my head was about to explode.
I had to figure out a way to get back my little boy, and I did. It’s called a sleepy lamb (or a scary-as-all-hell-lamb-that-makes-baby-go-to-sleep-so-it-doesn’t-really-matter-what-it-looks-like). It made him go to sleep within minutes of turning it on! No more thirty minute screaming sessions, no more crocodile tears, no more nothing! Finally he sleeps! Which he is doing now, and not in my arms for the first time in weeks. Nanny win!