In case you can't read it, it says:
"The Baby is Sleeping. If you wake him up, you are taking him home. Adam - if you wake him up I'm going home with Laurie and Arthur"This is what I returned to after working on the bunkie for some of the morning. It pretty much sums up the night. We aren't sure what the underlying problem was. We thought it might have been 'issues' related to the introduction of solid food, or perhaps it may have been related to teething, he was happy as a clam during the day, so who knows. Regardless, his pain was our pain. He went down with out much of an issue at a relatively normal time, but basically every 30 minutes thereafter he was up. At one point, around 1:30 am we got to the point where the current on-duty parent would put him back to sleep (which was not easy) and then return to our room to hear him muttering in the montior. We gave up about 2:30 and brought the screaming, inconsolable, flailing mass of arms and legs back to our room... for what, we had no idea: we were on to plan F at this point. G involved the car seat an a ride into town, and there wasn't an H. Sleep eventually did come to the poor kid and we put him down in a nest of blankets on the floor in the closet (maybe I shouldn't admit that on the interwebs). He got a solid 3 hours after that before needing to be resettled again. We gave the whole thing up about 7 and brought him into bed with us, where he slept a bit longer. Needless to say mom and dad were a bit wiggy for the rest of the day.
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