Struggling

Last night was rough. REALLY rough. We tried Patricia the night nurse's routine but Mack just wouldn't settle down. If you put him on his back, he gurgles and snorts and squawks; then, in 5-10 minutes, he shrieks like the building's on fire. It's so frustrating because the routine is designed around working hard for an hour in exchange for 1-2 hours of quiet. Here though, we were working that first hour hard, but getting no payoff. When you're fried to pieces, you die a little inside when that happens.

At 3AM, Mack and I went out to the couch. We continued the fruitless and frustrating routine. Shana grabbed a few crucial hours of sleep from 3-7AM, but Mack and I were denied. At 7AM, Nate awoke and Mack was hungry. Needles bit into my skin. Coffee would be the only thing in which I could find salvation.

Patricia will come tonight and every night thereafter until Mack goes to college, or we are dirt broke, whichever comes first.