The fact that Patrick slept all day Monday, coupled with his desire to eat every two hours last night meant that Yolany and I got to sleep around 5:30 am! Had we only had the foresight to film last night's adventure. As it was, Patrick could only look on in agitated amazement as his parents tried to figure out the root cause of his discontent--hunger, bloated gas, too cold, too hot, dirty diaper, etc. As soon as he settled down and appeared to be on the verge of sleep another round of Felliniesque chaos would ensue...
It is amazing how one reacts to a stranger's screaming baby versus their own. I suppose one has no vested interest in getting to the root of a strange baby's discomfort (just be quiet!), while it is of paramount importance when the child is yours. I will cut the crying infants of the world and their parents a lot more slack in the future.
Oh, and after four nights of very little sleep, I take back my earlier "machismo" comments about sleep being overrated. Sleep is NOT overrated; in fact, it is a very beautiful thing...when you can get it.
Patrick sends his best.
Hasta la proxima.