Struggle Bus

Elias has been riding it for a week now. I've wracked my brain on what it could be, took him to the doctor, and had my first cup of coffee ever. Yes, EVER because three choppy hours of sleep just doesn't cut it. And the big boys have watched more tv because more tv is better than a yelling, crying Momma. Rescue Bots is their new favorite. 

My conclusion is teething. 

Again with the must-touch-at-all-times routine. He wouldn't even let Logan hold him tonight. Elias would crane his neck to see me across the room on the couch and then cry. We are in survival mode. Sleep when you can and consume caffeine. Soda seems to bother my blood sugar nowadays (thank you, prenancy leftovers) and let's face it, it SHOULD bother everyone's blood sugar, so I made the switch. 

Cheers.