Multi-tasking

Faith’s parents took us out for a really nice meal last night. Just as the salads arrived Zane turned fussy. At first it was mild, but when none of the normal tricks for restoring Happy Baby™ were working I headed for the door. Barely made it outside before he launched into a full wail.

There’s crying and there’s meltdown. The word that goes through my mind at these times (thankfully few and far between) is horrors. It’s like there’s something he saw/smelled/heard/felt that has totally scared him and he can’t get it out of his mind. We’ll put on some music, rock his chair, bounce or snuggle him, change from room to room and he’ll calm down, punctuated by sniffles, and then suddenly it will come back and he starts anew.

I probably managed a half hour of this before Faith finished her dinner and took over. She popped him into the car seat and lugged him around the parking lot and from room to room in the restaurant. Took a little bit of time, but eventually he settled down and that was the end of the meltdown. Went to his Grandparents for dessert, then back to the hotel, all the while he was alert and smiling.

At the hotel Zane was wide awake and energetic. Faith and I played with him for at least half an hour and he was bubbly with smiles and laughter. He finally zonked out and slept 5-6 hours, snacked, and then back to bed for another five hours.