Reality sets in...

It's 2:30AM and my beautiful little angel has been possessed by Satan. I'm only able to write this now because Judie is taking over the futile duty of calming him down. We've tried everything--feeding, burping, changing, walking, rocking, leaving him alone. I finally had to just lay him down and walk away because while I've avoided my breaking point lo these many months and trials, a shrieking, irrational beast who's both hungry and refuses to eat may just crack me wide open. I've been told that I "will be" a good father and that I "am" a good father. I like the compliment, but right now it's all I can do to keep from putting my fist through one of those nice, thin balsa wood closet doors we have...