Nights

Brad was on nights the first four days of the month.  And he will be on night shift in three more days.  For four more nights.  Over Mother's Day.  Whoever gave him this schedule is a horrible person.  I wish his night shifts had been more toward the end of the month.  Even a couple of weeks makes a big difference in the life of a five week old (6 weeks tomorrow!).  Because Semmes has decided that sleeping at night is lame.  So he screams for several hours (usually 9-midnight).  It's awesome (dripping sarcasm on that comment).  Brad got to experience it for the first time last night.  He was about as impressed as I am.  And nothing helps.  He doesn't want to be held, he doesn't want to be put down, he doesn't want to be swaddled, he doesn't want to be out of the swaddle, he doesn't want the pacifier, he doesn't want us to take the pacifier away...I'm sure you get the idea.  Ugh.  And the weird thing is he's pretty good at all other times.  Still not much of a smiler, but he seems to be a rather content baby.  He just hates 9-12.  Lord, I just pray I survive next Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights.