Adrian has to go back to work next week, so we've started trying to get Lyndon to sleep in his own room, in his crib, instead of in the Pack N Play in our room. This has been less than successful.
Apparently, crib manufacturers coat the bars with some sort of stimulant, which ensures that the moment you put a baby down, even if he's sound asleep, he will wake up and start screaming. Maybe they should do a crib recall for that.
Seriously, though, it's not all the crib's fault. We didn't think it was possible, but it seems that in 2 1/2 weeks of life, Lyndon has managed to get dependent on us to fall asleep. We thought it was sweet to let our newborn son fall asleep on our laps, or in our arms. But now, he won't sleep any other way. This is nothing short of heartbreaking, as we look into red, drowsy, tearful eyes that clearly need a nap and won't take one. More than once, one or both of us has given in and taken him into the guest room to cuddle him to sleep just because we feel sorry for him. This has probably made things worse.
As I type this, he is lying in his crib-- fed, burped, changed, and well-dressed-- screaming. He took a 5 minute break from crying a few minutes ago, leading us to wonder and hope, then started again with renewed passion and energy.
In conclusion, I hate this and am starting to need a nap myself . . . or some serious encouragement.