With my boy almost five now, I have forgotten how difficult a baby can be. Campbell is two months old and she is a hand full. This is one of the reasons I've not been writing as much lately. My energy is spent on the typical stuff but sleep is a major goal these days which is what prompted this post.
She doesn't have colic (yet) but she does get fussy and she does like to be held. The second one I love, but Malita and I do have to go to bed sometime. Mason has to sleep too which leaves Reuben (our faithful dachshund), but he won't do it. So, this leaves the parents. It's hard to know what to do at 2:30am and this is when everything that I've written about being mentally tough in the wilderness plays in at home, but wow, I'd rather be staring down a grizzly than holding a screaming baby-girl sometimes. Imagine holding a bull horn that you can't turn off and that you don't know how to turn off. Eventually the batteries will run out but who knows when that will be. "The noise, noise, noise, noise." -Grinch. My son is easy. He either needs food or a spanking. I can handle that.
The vital point that must be realized with a crying infant is that she is only doing what she does and I must do what I can. Worrying about the dishes and anything else will only make things worse, and as Jon Bon Jovi said, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." Rock On!!
