Bad Week.....

Tonight is pretty much shaping up to be perhaps the worst night we have endured with Devlin's crankiness. Over a period of three or four days, he has probably managed to get somewhere in the neighborhood of four or five hours worth of actual sleep, tops. Which, of course, means Amy and myself have only managed about the same, or less. If one more person asks me how this all feels, being a parent again, sleepless nights...I'm going to fucking strangle them and bury them in a landfill somewhere. This kid is growing so fast, I honestly think his bones are hurting him. On doctor's advice, we have actually started - tonight - supplementing his diet of breast milk with more filling formula. So, not only is he getting fed from "the tap", he is getting bottles of breast milk as well as bottles of formula. And - even at this hour of almost midnight - I can hear him crying in the bedroom (I am in the TV room; I get a little break as I fed him the bottle of formula, let him fall asleep on me after burping....poor Amy had him wake up on her when she tried to swaddle him and lay him down). He WAS going to bed around 9; not this week. And swaddling....THAT'S a whole 'nother issue. All the boards Amy checks out, the doctor, her friends....whoever......all swear by swaddling (or so it seems to me by my observance). The kid fucking hates it. Within five minutes or less, he has managed to escape. Then he hits himself in the face. Then he cries. It is literaly a losing battle, especially tonight. I am dreading when we go back to work. With him not sleeping more than an hour or so at any given time, we are exhausted and don't typically get up until around 10 am. This is QUITE late, obviously, and when we go back to work we will need to get up at the ungodly hour of 5am, at the latest, in order to get everything done and get to work on time. This is not gonna be fucking fun......

If I sound frustrated, well, give yourself a fucking prize because I am. It is difficult to know you are doing everything in the book and having nothing work. Poor Amy is literally and figuratively drained. I think both our hopes are hinging on this new game plan of supplementing with formula will work to get the little guy to calm down and get some rest.

Yeah, yeah, I know: we asked for this when we got pregnant. But I have a right to vent. Its my fucking blog. Deal with it.......