Worst. Night. Ever.

Saturday night was possibly the worst night I've ever had. It was worse than the night I took 11 double shots of Jose Cuervo and ended up in the Putnam County Hospital (there ya go, Tiff). It was worse than the night before my root canal when I had an exposed nerve in my tooth. It was worse than the night that I took the Dulcolax. When I say worst night ever, I mean worst night ever.

On Friday night, Jayna slept from 11pm to 5:30am. That's good, right? Wrong!!! She awoke frantic for food. She ate at 5:30am, then again at 6:10am...and fell asleep in the middle of those two. She then slept while I held her from 6:45am to 8:45am. Then she ate at 9:40am and fell asleep again.

While she was asleep, we went to the grocery with her in the front carrier. I have the strong opinion that Jayna sleeps best during the day when we are out and about either in the front carrier or in her carseat being pushed around in a cart or her stroller. She begins her trips awake and alert, looking at and listening to everything around her. She then drifts off and sleeps very soundly...and I usually have to wake her up for her next feeding after we get home. I can NOT let her sleep for more than 3 or 4 hours during the day. That makes her days and nights mixed up. So, she slept very soundly at the grocery and on the way home and I woke her to eat at around noon. What a fool I was...

She ate at noon, then again at 1pm. She'd fall asleep in my arms and then she'd fuss and cry when I would put her down...no matter where I put her. She fussed in her bouncy seat. She fussed in her swing. She CRIED in her crib. She fussed in my bed. She fussed in the car seat. She fussed in the sling. Chris and I took turns holding her until she wanted to eat again at 4:20pm. And that's when the real hell began.

She ate at 4:20pm, 5:30pm, 6:40pm, 8:15pm, 9:30pm, 10:30pm, 11:30pm, 12:30am, 1:30am, 2:30am, 3:30am, 4:15am, 8:30am, 10:15am, and 10:55am. OH MY GOD!!!

At 4am on Sunday morning I broke down. I took her into the living room and tried to let her sleep on her belly on my chest which is her favorite, but she wouldn't even do that. She didn't want to eat at that particular time, she just wanted to fuss and cry to the point that she couldn't catch her breath. I changed her diaper even when it wasn't wet or dirty. That didn't help. I gave her gas drops. That didn't help. I covered her up. That didn't help. I uncovered her. That didn't help. Nothing worked. So I broke down. I cried. Sobbed. To the point that I couldn't breathe or speak. I kept wondering to myself what could possibly have made me thought that I could do this...be a parent. I wanted to leave. I just wanted her to stop. She kept scratching my chest and face with her nails. It hurt. It was frustrating and I just broke.

Chris came into the living room about that time and noticed that I'd broken down. Keep in mind that at this time, I had been awake for almost 24 hours. He then took Jayna and told me to go to bed...that he'd give her a bottle of the frozen milk if she wanted to eat. So I slept from around 5am to 10:30am. And I was okay again. Still frustrated, but okay.

Holy hell. I will definitely ask the doctor about this tomorrow. Has anyone heard of a child or had a child who did something like this? She hadn't done it before and she didn't do it last night. She slept from 10:30pm to 3:30 this morning and then again from 5:10am to 8:30am. I just can't do that anymore. Hopefully I won't have to...