Oh my goodness. I have no idea what Liam wants today or what it takes to make him stop screaming. God has granted me inordinate amounts of patience that I never thought that I could muster. I've basically been sitting around with a screaming baby all day - I mean, sometimes all you can do is just let him scream. Once you've exhausted all other measures, that's about it.

We've been trying to wean him from having to fall asleep completely, 100% on us before we put him down during the night. He'd fall asleep, and you'd think he's asleep, and then the minute you try to transfer him to his bed he's completely awake. It's been working - we just get to listen to cute little noises for about 20 minutes.

This morning, though, he ran the gamut of noises and then started to cry. I picked him up and put him upright on my chest, and immediately he quieted down. I took him to the glider-chair, and we just sat there for about 15 minutes with him asleep on me and my cheek up against his cute little head of soft hair. I tell you, that was one of the most rewarding moments of the last seven weeks, just knowing that all he needed at that moment was to cuddle up to me, his mom. At the same time, it WAS 4am, so I had to face the major dilemma of continuing to enjoy the moment or go back and get some sleep. Try to, anyway.

I don't know how parents sleep with their children in their beds. He was screaming his lungs out a little later in the morning, around 7, so I cuddled him up to me in bed. A few minutes later he stopped crying and fell asleep. Rather than risk it, I took my arm out from under him and let him stay there with me. I could not go to sleep because all I could think was that I would roll over or pull the covers up over him or something else like that in my sleep. So, I just enjoyed a little more QT with him, even though at that moment the choice was very clear - I would have liked the sleep.

I had previously blogged about pregnant parking...I never did utilize it, even up till the very end. I don't know why - I guess I just felt like I would be acting disabled when I was perfectly capable of walking (realizing that not every pregnant woman was as blessed as I was the last couple months - to them - have at it!). Plus, I wanted to walk as much as possible to get him out. But now that I have this like 50 lb. carrier (or so it seems) plus about 11 pounds of baby, I'm like "where's the parking space for me?!" NOW I feel like I should have a spot up front!

I was in a dressing room the other day when he let one rip. I was like, oh that's just great, now everyone's probably thinking "oh my gosh, who's that woman farting in the dressing room??" At church yesterday he was letting out some deadly silent ones, too, so now I'm afraid people will think that's me too. Oh you can't win!

Anyways, I guess I will go enjoy the rest of Liam's nap in whatever way I can.