The Witching Hour
October 25th, 2010
Some sort of spell has fallen over our home these days and each night, we experience and other-worldly Witching Hour during which Little Bear goes berserk. I cannot for the life of me figure out what the cause is, but each night — like clockwork — he throws a fit at 7:30pm.
He squirms and flails and screams inconsolably for thirty to forty minutes. Diaper changes, bouncing, walking, singing, binkies, and feeding attempts are all to no avail. Usually, the only way to calm him down is to swaddle him tightly in a blanket, tilt him on his side, and sort of jiggle him around while holding a pacifier in his mouth. It’s a complicated dance but, executed correctly, helps him mellow out.
In a clear example of Murphy’s Law of Babies, Little Bear’s witching hour coincides perfectly with Miss Mouse’s bedtime. Most nights, this is just an inconvenience, but tomorrow night Josh has Bible study at 7pm and won’t be home to help with bedtime. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to bathe and tuck Miss Mouse into bed if her brother is in full freak-out mode!