So this WAS going to be a blog about why I am not going to have a First birthday party for little Tbill. However, after last night, I now have something NEW to write about. Sooooo, here it goes. (Don't get excited, it's NOT that interesting)I will explain my non-party decision on a later date. Or not. Whatever.
Apparently, my youngest son, the apple of my eye, is a drug addict. Him keeping a crack pipe in his crib is the ONLY explanation for what he did last night.
It was 10 pm, I was at that stage or pre-sleep RIGHT where my eyes started getting heavy and I was taking those 20 second blinks. All of the sudden, I hear little T coughing up a storm (which was obviously him inhaling the CRACK from his pipe) and then start crying. It was one of those cries where I knew he would not just fall back asleep, but needed his mama. So I go in the room where he is just sobbing, which just about breaks my heart, so I lift him up. He has snot pouring out of his nose, all over his cheeks and he felt a bit warm. So I take him to the kitchen where I only have the light over the stove on so I can see what I'm doing. I clean him up (while his brother holds him) and give him a bit of baby Advil. It's a little past 10 pm so Tmoney heads to bed and I go with with Tbill in the rocking chair.
He is sitting on my lap, sucking his thumb and nuzzling my shirt and I'm thinking he's falling back asleep, when all of the sudden he gets a CRAZED look in his eyes. He sits straight up, wiggles himself out of my lap and it is PARTY TIME! I put him back in my lap to try to FORCE him to relax so he'd go back to sleep, but he wasn't having it. He started SCREECHING, and I didn't want everyone in the house to get up to see what was wrong, so I let him get back on the floor to play.
Well, he didn't really feel like playing. He felt like destroying the house. The first thing he did was grab an old magazine that was on the ottoman and start tearing out the pages. He then crawled into the kitchen and started taking out all of the canned food and mixing bowls. Next he went after the garbage cans, so I had to put the baby gates up and lock him in the family room. He pulled all of his toys out of his toy bin and scattered them all over the floor. Randomly throughout the night I would again try to force him to relax and rock him, but he'd only sit there for a few minutes humoring me, before heading back down the hall and banging on the doors.
Finally around 1 am, it seemed like he started to get tired. He sat in my lap and I rocked him until he fell asleep. I got up to go put him in his crib and he woke up again and started screaming AGAIN. So, being exhausted, I decided I would cheat and bring him to bed with me, thinking that would maybe help him fall asleep. It didn't. He couldn't get comfortable in my bed and soon, was sitting on his knees in the middle of my bed SCREECHING like a GD hawk! Ehee woke up and asked what was going on, and I told him "I don't know, he's been acting like a maniac for the past three hours!" So Ehee then tried rubbing his head and rubbing his back and again, Tbill got up and started spitting at us, jumping on us, and kept on laughing and doing his awful hawk screech. Of course, now I am delirious and Ehee and I just start laughing. Like seriously, at this point what else could we do? Ehee keeps asking me what I gave him and I'm like... ADVIL!!! I swear he has had it before and it has never given him an adverse reaction. It must have been the crack.
So at about 1:30 am, Ehee gets up with Tbill and takes him out of the bedroom. I can now hear the screeching coming from the front room and I hear Ehee chuckling and talking to him, but finally around 2 am I was able to finally fall asleep. I asked Ehee before he left for work at 6 am what time Tbill FINALLY crashed and he said at about 2:30 am. I asked him what he did to put him to sleep and he said he just let him destroy the family room. Uhhhh, I thought he had pretty much already done that. Nope!
When I went out there to look, he had taken ALL of the clothes from the laundry basket and scattered them all over the room, he had ripped the magazine pages into little tiny pieces and that was all over the room. There were cheerios everywhere, two bottles on the railing, his shoes, the pillows off the couch, dog toys. It looked like a tiny little tornado had gone through the house. Had I had more than 3 1/2 hours of sleep, I would have thought to take a picture so I could post it. BUT, I didn't. So now I'm at work, completely exhausted, totally useless and just counting down the minutes until I can drive home. I will then find and remove the crack pipe, give the kid a shot of brandy and send him off to LaLa Land so I can hopefully get some sleep.
