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cps So, I have survived the babysitting experience, although it wasn't without tears on my part. After I left work, I picked up Artboy, and we grabbed something to eat and then were on our way. We arrived before my brother, but my mother had left a key, so we let ourselves in very quickly--my brother has 3 dogs, and they were going nuts. Definitely didn't want them to escape outside. I was a little concerned that they would be freaking out about a stranger being in the house--I've only been there a handful of times. One of them growled for a bit, but decided we were okay. My brother came home, quickly showed me where the food is, gave me the rundown of what to do, told me Heath had had a rough day and then left. I figured Heath might be upset when the left, and he wimpered for a bit, but then was fine. For about 10 minutes. We sat on the couch, and I was playing with him, talking with him. And then he started screaming. I had a feeling it was because he realized Mom and Dad were not coming right back and here he was with a couple people he didn't really know. But I checked his diaper--it was fine. I went upstairs and rocked him for a bit--he just continued screaming. I grabbed a bear from his crib, and that was the right thing to do because he stuck his face into the bear and stopped screaming. We rocked for a little bit, and then I went back downstairs. It was getting close to the time I was to feed him. He started screaming again, and I wondered if it was because his teeth were hurting him, so I looked in the fridge and found a teething ring that I gave him, and he quietted down. He started screaming again 10 min before meal time, so I gave him to Artboy and heated up his sweet potatoes (yuck). He screamed intermittantly between bites of food, but we got it down, and it wasn't too messy. He kept grabbing the spoon, gnawing on it--I think his teeth were really bothering him. After feeding, I changed him into his pj's and his diaper, and he's still screaming. Tried to distract him with toys. Didn't work. Tried the teething ring. Didn't work. Decided to try the bottle. Didn't want it. Went back upstairs to rock him. He just kept throwing himself back, screaming and screaming and screaming. And I just couldn't take any more of it. It'd been almost 2 hours of nearly solid screaming. I put him in his crib and left the room, going back downstairs to get the bottle to try again. Artboy told me I had a lot of patience, and i took a minute and cried on his shoulder. Quickly pulled myself together, went upstairs, and he'd stopped screaming. Unscrewed the cover off the bottle, wasn't paying attention, and went to give the bottle to him, and dumped some of the formula on him. I wasn't supposed to unscrew the cover--just pull it off. I'd unscrewed the nipple. I couldn't help but laugh at this point. None of this was going right, and it just all seemed ridiculous. He started screaming again, and I can't say that I blame him. I picked him up and took him to Artboy, and went looking for something to change him into and mopped up what was on his bed. Found something that looked like it could be comfortable to sleep in, put him in it, and then took him back upstairs. He didn't want anything to do with the bottle. So I just put his little screaming self back in his crib, left the room, and sat on the stairs for a bit. He quietted down pretty quickly, and when I went to check in on him, he was asleep. Thank god. I took myself down and cleaned up a bit, and then flopped down on the couch, saying I am definitely not cut out to be a mom. I know that he'd had a long day, didn't get his nap, and was probably just plain exhausted, but I felt like such a failure. And after 2 hours of him just screaming, I could see why people snap. My mom came afer 8pm, and we stayed for about an hour, talking before leaving. Although Heath was sleeping, I was very glad to leave. |