Night is really hard on us.
At night Turtle tends to cry for about two to three hours... and it's not the cute baby whimpering that everyone coos over.
Turtle's cry are made of something called: Pissed Off Baby (sold in fine baby stores everywhere).
The cries that come forth from my one month olds mouth are the kind that vibrate through your ears and rattle your brain.
These cries are the kind that transform even the most adorable baby into a red faced shrieking banshee.
Two hours, minimum.
But you know the funny thing, the rest of the day... she's an angel. She's the cute baby from the movies, all sweet and cuddly and quiet.
The doctor says its not colic because colic starts at two weeks, not one month.
Maybe she just doesn't like the dark?
Or maybe she just doesn't like me?
As soon as the sun goes down I'm a nervous bundle that has worn holes in her carpet from all the pacing. I'm the perfect picture of a craved Mom with crazy hair, puke on her shirt (Turtle loves to nurse and then spit up all over me) and is spewing curse words at her husband for making too much noise.
But come sunrise, I am the happiest Mama on the block. I'm cool and calm and relaxed. I've got the perfect baby.
And I love every minute of it.