More about sleep.

Well, some success, and some failure in the sleep department.

My nerves can't handle listening to Angus scream himself to sleep in the other room.  (And for some reason I have to have the baby moniter cranked up, just to torture myself even more, even though I can hear him just fine without it on.)
So last night I dragged a chair into the bedroom, and sat next to Angus while he angrily fought sleep for an hour and a half.  I had nursed him as usual, and he was drowsy and falling asleep, so I KNOW he was tired.  But man that kid is STUBBORN.  As soon as I place him in his crib, he falls apart.  I thought maybe he was going through separation anxiety, which is why I decided to try sitting with him this time.  (But not picking him up or anything.)  The whole thing backfired.  If anything, he was MORE pissed off, because I was RIGHT THERE, but I wasn't doing anything!  I'd stroke his hand, which just invoked more hand-flailing, and louder screams.  I lovingly stroked his head, and he bit me.  I cooed softly to him, and he drowned my voice out and thrashed around even harder.  HE WAS PISSED. 
Finally, I had to leave the room.  I was all jangly and worked up, my heart was pounding (these are the effects of hearing your baby scream next to you for ninety minutes).  And you know what he did?  HE FELL ASLEEP.  AFTER I LEFT.

And then he sleep for a solid six hours.  Woke up at two-thirty in the morning, nursed, nursed again at three-thirty, then at five-thirty, and then again at quarter to seven, which was actually sleeping in, because of the whole daylight savings thing, it should've been quarter to eight.  But besides that, he slept for a six-hour stretch.  I wonder what tonight will bring?

p.s. I can't understand why he goes down so easily for naps, but at nighttime he's a child possessed.