I’m a big fan of horror movies. Well, old horror movies. Black and white sousers like the White Zombie, piece of crap but still spooky bits like Carnival of Horrors, you name it,. and of course, the Holy Trinity of Horror – Dracula, Wolfman, the Mummy. Bela Legosi, Lon Chaney, Boris Karloff. If it’s pre-1950, I will watch it.
So it’s not without some sense of irony that my son has decided to adopt a favorite of mine, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. By day, he’s relatively mild mannered – oh sure, he still has 1 hour meltdowns, but they aren’t as ridiculous as they were even a few weeks ago. Heck, right now he’s sleeping next to me on the couch, letting me type with two hands! But at night…oh, at night. Evening has become a 1.5-2.5 hour struggle to get and stay down.
I burp again.
I do tummy exercises (bicycle moves with legs, helps with gas).
I burp AGAIN.
I lay him down.
I put him down.
Baby LOSES HIS DAMN MIND.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
And the tough part is, at night I lose all patience I had during the day. I get stressed – I can’t see past the next 15 minutes. I forget that we’ve been putting him down to sleep for 55 days now, and managed to eventually get him to sleep for each of those 55 days. I can only see my own growing frustration. Luckily, this is where Monkey steps in and really shines. He sits with me when I feed him, he burps him, he reminds me it will be okay. He calms down both his little Hydes, Weapon and me.
Uh oh. Hyde is awake. Luckily, I’m Jekyll. Luckily, this film has a happier ending.
And as I am a musical geek, here’s the Hoff in J&H. Oh yes. The Hoff.