Too tired to come up with a snarky title..... Things are finally catching up to us. All the stress of everything that happened coupled with lack of sleep hit Bill and I hard today. Luckily, we had leftovers from our Chinese take-out dinner with Grandpa Fred and Nonny Linda last night and my mom is bringing over some sloppy joe's.
Nolan is VERY needy. He won't let Mommy be out of his sight for more than a few minutes. He cries a lot. Of course we don't know if it pain or just being scared or just being an 8 month old. He cried so rarely before so this is hard for us to hear.
Judging by the picture, you'd never know Nolan is also having trouble sleeping. He wants to sleep on Mommy (where he is in the photo) or in our bed, not his crib. He starts off in his crib, but wakes after about an hour and cries and cries. He has learned to hold out his arms for you to pick him up so when you go in to see what is wrong, there he is, arms outstretched, tears streaming down the face. Kind of hard to resist at the moment with that snaking scar across his head staring at you. We'll have some work (and sleepless nights) to do in a week or so, once we know he is beyond pain. I can imagine he must have some killer headaches after having his head opened up and then put back together with plates and screws! If he would just stop spitting out his Tylenol III things might be better.