Last night was a nightmare.

I was flying solo and awake with a “what the HELL is wrong with you” child for TWO entire hours.

From 3am-5am.

As I have mentioned before, we only go into Hola’s room if he is standing and crying in the night. Last night, he did this close to 20 times. No joke. No lie. NO WAY. I had no idea what was going on. He’d stop crying immediately when I entered the room, which pissed me off more than anything. If you REALLY needed me kid, you’d be bawling your eyes out continuously, but no, quiet as that Warner Bros Singing Frog the moment I opened the door.

While I would like him to work his issues out himself, I find myself conflicted. His crying PAINS me. Not in a, “poor baby” way, but in a “If I hear one more wail I am going to leave this joint” way. His room is right next to ours and the walls are made out of parchment paper. You can’t get away from it. No item shoved into my ear socket will do the trick. Plus, Rt’s room is on the other side of his, and especially while I am flying solo, I’d like to only be dealing with one kid in the night, not another one who can actually say, WORDS.

So, he’d cry, I’d eventually go in, lay him back down, get back in bed. 5 minutes later, he’d cry, I’d eventually go in, lay him back down and get back in bed. 10 minutes later, LATHER, RINSE, and REPEAT. The only thing that would change each time I would enter would be a strategic aid. First effort was with teething tablets, then Orajel. (I swear I just complained about this last week, right?) Next up, Motrin. NOTHING changed the outcome.

CRY.

Silence.

10 minutes pass.

CRY,

Silence,

9 minutes pass.

Almost falling back asleep 4 times is such a Debbie Downer on the body. It actually HURTS.

So, towards the end I was squeezing 43 ear drops into each ear, throwing his blanket back at him showing him who’s boss. (I swear, you should have been a fly on the wall. I was COMICAL. And not enjoyable to be around. Yelling obscenities in the hallway under my breathe was so close to AWESOME.)

Thinking I might have an ear infected kid on my hands, (cause why else would he NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BOY?) I called early this morning and made an appointment for this afternoon. We saw the magic ear doctor that can detect infected fluid from miles away. He gave a good look inside both ears and found…….

NOTHING.

No issues, no problems, NADA. Good luck to ya, sister.

But, wait! There isn’t anything to take for what he’s got?!? An attitude? A beef with his cotton sheet? Prefers flannel by this time of year?

In the end, I have no idea what it was, what did the trick. Maybe it was my will, maybe it was his. No matter, I pray I don’t see anybody, I mean ANYBODY, especially with a penis until daylight tomorrow.

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