A few days ago I laid down a string of complaints about Peter. Yeah, I feel kind of bad about that. Because things seem to have drastically improved. Well, maybe not drastically-- last night was kind of crummy-- but markedly improved.
We finally did buy a white noise/rain/ocean sound/lullaby sound machine for Peter's room. Yes, it's as fancy as it sounds. Oh, and it has a little projector and night light as well. Where has this been all my parenting life? I thought about buying one when Peter was first born, but I thought if I've made it through six other children without one, then surely I can make it through one more child. Sometimes frugality is foolishness. I shouldn't have waited. My house has never been this loud for a baby to sleep through before. Anyway, we own one now and it is marvelous and miraculous. I'm also giving him these teething tablets. He's been much happier and calmer and I am grateful.