As we sit here and listen to Nora scream bloody murder, I'm at a loss. Tonight I found everything possible in the house that might be somewhat calming. I gave her a bath with "Calming" bath wash with honey in it and rubbed her down with lavender and chamomile lotion. Then she watched the video her favorite babysitters made of her while I stuffed a peanut butter and honey sandwich, a banana, and milk down her at 9:00. I sang her every @#$^& lullaby I could think of and then rubber her back while saying good night to every body part possible.

Can you tell the frustration is coming to a head?

This morning Nora and I woke up after a fitful night to find Daddy yet again on the couch. After about an hour of stumbling around we both realized it was our 8th anniversary. Oops! Good thing we celebrated last weekend! At that moment we both decided that we can't go on like this anymore. Crying and screaming through the night will have to be endured to get her back to the place where she can put herself to sleep and stay there! We probably won't sleep too much again tonight but (OH MY GOD, she just stopped crying...28 minutes later) rocking her, feeding her, bringing her into bed, and everything else we've tried hasn't worked. A full night's sleep must be had!