Last night was the first difficult night with Dillon. I always find it interesting that you can have a great, easy day with your baby...they sleep all day like little angels...then nighttime comes, and WHAM! Your baby has turned into the Antichrist. From midnight till almost 3am, I stared at Dillon in the dark. Eyes wide. I begged, "Please, Dillon, go to sleep. PLEASE." He was so unhappy. I swear he had gas. He would be fine for a second or two. His eyes would even close, and my heart would rejoice. Then -- WAAAAAAAAA!! He'd start screaming like he was in pain. Legs kicking. Arms shaking. His tiny mouth let out such a wail. I was so tired and so sad. I would have felt bad for Cowboy, but he had his ear plugs in and didn't seem to wake once. Must be nice, Daddy. By the way, he hasn't even changed ONE of Dillon's diapers yet. Hmmm. Another thing to think about. ha ha