Rough morning

I did not want to get up today. I was having weird dreams, but not my usual dream, which was kind of a welcome break. I woke up to the sound of Trent cooing in his crib and all I wanted was another 10 minutes. Isn't it cruel how you find the most comfy spot in the bed 2 minutes before you have to get up?

Trent was also having a tough time this morning. He seemed ok when he woke up initially, but after about 10 minutes he started to get a little cranky, then I put him in his chair for breakfast and he wound up to a full-on tantrum! Refused to eat. Refused to drink. Refused to be held. Refused to be put down. When I picked him up he'd kick at me, when I put him down he'd throw himself backwards, when I tried to stand him up he'd jump up and down and stomp! WTF?? What happened to my sweet, sweet baby? The crying continued for another 20 minutes. Meanwhile I'm trying everything I could think of to calm him down. I even tried a bottle, which I shouldn't have done because he's supposed to be done with formula. It didn't matter anyway because he refused that, too. He seemed tired but he'd just woken up so I didn't think that could be true. Anyway, Brian took him in to daycare and we figured we'd see how he did in the car and if he didn't calm down we'd take him to the doctor.

Meanwhile I'm trying to get my head around work, but I just can't. Not with my little boy in distress like that. Brian reported that Trent fell asleep almost immediately when he got in the car. And then I called daycare and they said he was all smiles. I guess he really did just wake up too early! poor baby. I know how that feels.

At least now I know he's ok I can get my head in the game.