Possessed?

It's 10:47 as I write this blog. Nyla has just gone to bed after screaming for an hour. AN HOUR of blood-curdling, gagging, white knuckled, red faced screaming. Whoa nelly.

She's not really a cry-baby, so this was a different experience for Paul and me. Not that she's never cried, she's just never cried like that for so long.

First we fed her--did nothing. Then we let her hang out on her own in bed with us--no result. We put her in her crib--pissed her off even more. She was getting all native on us, crying and pulling the covers off and kicking her legs.

After all this, we decided to just rock her to calm her down. First up was Paul. Apparently this is not what Nyla wanted at all. She was calm at first, but then the storm of Screaming Child washed upon him. Holy moly.

After about 10 minutes, it was my turn. As parents, it's admittedly hard to keep calm, cool, and collected when your child is screaming bloody murder on your lap or shoulder. I took over for Paul, and call it mother's soothing, but homegirl was quiet in a hurry. She calmed down almost immediately. How weird of a change she made between the two of us!

"They" always say that the mother is who the baby wants, especially in the early months/years. How difficult this must be for the fathers, though, who only want to be there for their baby! Sometimes Paul thinks that Nyla doesn't like him at all, but that's not it. She just wants her mama sometimes...most of the time. He probably thinks it's because she likes me better. That's not the case. I just have the feed bags, as he calls them. :)

Anyhoo, let's hope that the silence we are enjoying right now lasts for a few hours. Moe moe, Nylabear. (In Samoan, that means "go to sleep" lol)