Right now I am probably exhausted and wandering the streets of New York looking for coffee. Wishing I had a pillow. So here is a post I wrote January 6th, 2010.
He screamed. I could hear him through the wall. Despite the husband holding him, rocking him, walking with him nothing would stop the ear shattering yells that sounded as if he was being tortured by a thousand rabid monkeys.
Teething? Maybe. Something else? Maybe that too.
I took him to bed with me. I nursed him. Two things that I haven't been doing anymore at night. But I was desperate. I was sick and I was tired. The husband was worn out and tired too.
When he was done, he didn't fall asleep. Instead, he sat up and looked at me and started screaming. Laying next to him on the bed I frantically tried to think of some way to get him to sleep.
Would you like some blanket? I asked.
Yee-ah he said and lay down so I could lay some blanket over his legs. He looked at me. He screamed some more.
Do you want some pillow too? I asked, surprised.
Yee-ah he said.
I shuffled the pillow over towards him. He sat up and then lay down with half of his body on the pillow. He closed his eyes and his breathing deepened. I lay my down on the pillow next to him.
He let out one short yell before lifting his left hand off the pillow and smacking me in the face with it. Then he pushed me off my pillow.
Shocked, I lay with my head on the mattress at the edge of the bed. I listened to his breathing slow until he fell asleep. I moved him off of the pillow and onto the mattress. I reclaimed my pillow.
Teething? Maybe. But I think the screaming maybe be something more. I think it may very well be his new favorite way of communicating. Lucky me.