Spent the last weekend holding, rocking, singing, swaddling, feeding, bouncing, holding, swinging, walking, singing. . .
You guys get the idea, a 5 week old that is getting nowhere with his methadone weaning. Beautiful chubby guy that really resembles that Gerber baby, until the demons try to crawl out from inside of him (my description of narcotic withdrawal symptoms in infants).
All this and I can be still be polite to mom on the phone. She manages to drive 30 minutes everyday to the methadone clinic, but can only make it in for an hour every 2-3 days to hold her very sweet but tortured child.
All emotional energy is spent.