The first night that Chrystene stayed in her room was (only one word to describe it) horrific. Here was the cutest four year old child with the personality of an angel one moment and a complete demon the next. Let me explain something first, my husband and Chrystene previously lived with his parents he worked a mixed shift schedule so his parents helped with Chrystene. Unfortunately, for me the first night she slept in our house he was working the midnight shift. Chrystene screamed for a sippy cup as she called it, unbeknownst to me his mother was giving this child a sippy cup full of Kool Aid to fall asleep with. I refused, I couldn't believe that a responsible person would give a child Kool Aid at night. I'm in health care and I couldn't even, didn't even want to know what kind of condition her teeth were in.  Chrystene screamed endlessly, let me describe this scream, this is not a normal tantrum by a child.  Chrystene could scream for hours and hours, you think eventually the child will pass out NO!!  The sound of this scream could and would make your skin crawl.  It was endless, sounded inhuman, and was terrifying.  The other children, came into my room very upset and wanted to know what was wrong with her.  I told them that she wanted  Kool Aid  they were in disbelief that she would be screaming like that over something so "silly".  They tried their very best to calm Chrystene down but she was having no part of it. She refused to be held and rocked, refused to let me read her anything.  I finally relented and gave her a sippy cup of water, which she promptly threw down and continued to scream.  My kids all crawled into my bed with the television up loud enough to drown out the screams and mercifully fell asleep around two thirty.  Tomorrow was a school day, I was sick with worry what had I gotten myself into?  I fell asleep sitting outside in the hallway outside of Chrystene's room from sheer exhaustion.  I woke up the next morning when the alarm sounded in my room.  Chrystene was sound asleep in her toddler bed, the other children were tired, grumpy and angry at me.  I couldn't blame them they had only four hours of sleep and had a full day of school ahead of them.  I was exhausted and I had a full twelve  hours ahead of me that day.  I was glad I was the department manager and had no patient care that day (I thought).  My husband arrived home, wanting to know why everyone was so tired and grumpy.  I proceeded to tell him of the occurrences during the night.  I was dumbfounded when his reply to me was "Not my sweet Chrystene, she would never do that".  I turned to him and asked him if he was calling me a liar?  His reply was that I was just mistaken and he was sure it wouldn't happen again.  I peeked in on Chrystene sleeping peacefully away, oblivious to all the noise around her.  I got the children off to school and cried the entire way to work.  It was the second day of my family being together and my life was in total chaos.  My husband not believing what I was telling him about Chrystene devastated me.  How could he even begin to doubt me?