The old Max...

It appears we are on our way to getting our sweet, happy old Max back. Yesterday my sweet mother-in-law came and watched Max so that I could get some sleep. It didn't appear at first that he was going to separate from me, but eventually he did and did fine for a few hours. This morning John's dad came over and played with Max and Max didn't cry for me once. Ahhh, what a relief. I talked to a nurse from our pediatrician's office this morning and she said that the way he has been acting is consistent with how someone would act when being taken off phenobarbital. Thanks to Sue and Polly for suggesting that that could be the problem. I don't know why I didn't think to ask about withdrawl problems when I talked to them originally (or why they didn't tell me for that matter).