Ah, so THIS is what they were talking about!

So, three days after the baby was born, we had our first real good sleep since labor and felt good as new. "This is manageable!" I thought. All those suckers giving me warnings of doom- "You won't know what hit you!" Rob said. "This is what they do to TORTURE people!" Caroline warned. None of you people have ever seen the other side of midnight, I've spent over half my life there. I can handle this, it's just like being on the tour bus. Unfortunately, the children that spend all night screaming and fussing on a tour bus are normally drunk and not your responsibility. Remarkably different when it's your child and you can't figure out WHY they are fussing and there's nothing you can do to help them. Check list. Hmm. Diaper is clean. Been fed. Swaddled. Ocean machine is on. Sh-shing in his ear. Bounced him on my knee. Put him in the swing. Walked him around the apartment. Burped him. Cuddled him. I said, "Come on man, you're KILLING me, my bag of tricks only has so much room in it!"

Of course (and I'm sure this won't be the last time!) the wisdom of mothers comes to the rescue.

"Sometimes babies just cry." Christine said.

What, there's no solution, no answer to the problem? That makes no sense to the male brain. I must fix this somehow.

Nope, babies just fuss sometimes. Their tiny bodies are doing all kinds of freaky things they don't understand and it probably doesn't feel too good. I mean, this little guy still doesn't know those things flying around hitting him in the face are HIS hands, they belong to him and he has (or soon will) some level of control over him.

How would you feel if you kept on hitting yourself in the face and your bottom was wet and your belly was in knots trying to figure out how to digest the simplest food? You'd cry too!

Thank goodness my belly can digest just about anything. I finally celebrated Easter by buying a discount chocolate bunny, going out to a local pub and having a beer and some chicken fingers. Man time. One hour can do wonders!

Pot of coffee is on and I'm ready for the loooong night ahead.