October 24, 2011
Charlie is a red head and if ever a hair color fit a personality, his would be it. Fiery. Off the charts in both directions. I've had him smile and coo and then in the blink of an eye cry with tears. He hates being on his tummy with a passion and even after you've turned him over, he continues to cry. He tolerates being held for brief periods but don't even try cradle holding him. He just is so very hard to please and every ounce of physical and mental energy that we have goes into making him and keeping him happy. Because if you don't, the wail that he emits from his throat will make you wish that you had.
He can turn on the charm though. He has the cutest little smile and his eyes just shine when he is happy. I just wish that was more often.
We are still in a sleep deprived state of just trying to survive. Hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, tonight will be the night he goes at least or more than 3 hours between feedings. That he'll lay down for a nap easily and sleep calmly for a couple hours. That he won't scream his head off as soon as he wakes up. 10 weeks into this and we are still searching for the light at the end of the tunnel. Still praying he'll finally sleep in his crib and we'll both be able to sleep in our bed together again.