Shall we start with the bumpy beginning?

We left Texas a little later than what we wanted - no big deal. We had to stop and feed Morgan about every 4 hours (Tanner and Grace both just slept the whole trip when they were his age)- no big deal. We were getting close and somehow made a wrong turn. Do you know how many times we've made this trip? NEVER made a wrong turn. It was about 6:30 in the morning and we had just stopped to feed Morgan and have breakfast. We were just on the east side of St.Louis. We get back on the road, CJ calls his mom and I'm just relaxing because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Shortly after he gets off the phone he says, "that exit doesn't look familiar." Granted everything looks the same. Exits look the same, cornfields look the same, even drove over a little lake that CJ loves and it looked kinda the same. That was what set it off though. It just didn't look right. We stopped at the next rest area and asked a tour bus driver where we were. Springfield, IL. WHAT?!?!?! Yeah, we had just driven an hour NORTH instead of east. Somehow we had taken the 55 North split instead of the 70 East split. Can I tell you that I was on the verge of tears. We were so close to the end of our trip only to find out that now we had 3 hours left instead of 1 hour. We added about 90 miles to our trip and another stop to feed Morgan. CJ just laughed and I almost died. We made it though. 18 hours.
The day was pretty good. Tired from driving through the night but the kids were good except.....
Morgan wouldn't sleep. No joking. He was so tired he would fall asleep nursing, but as soon as his head hit the bed he would wake up screaming. We tried everything. We had him in the pack and play first, then we switched and put my nephew in the pack and play and gave Morgan the crib, we let him cry, we rocked, everything. Nothing. The other two never had issues so I never dreamed Morgan would. But, the different smells, sounds, creaking floors and doors (my parents live in an old farm house which I LOVE), another baby crying intermittently was more than he could handle I guess. He was at least fairly happy when he was up but he was having nothing to do with that bed. At bed time I had to let him cry for over an hour. It was torture. I went out on the porch swing to get away from it and cried. CJ came out and I threatened to put everyone back in the truck and head back to Texas. Nothing was worth this. Morgan finally went to sleep and he slept all night. Thank you God. I was on the verge of an emotional melt down from the stress and lack of sleep. All's well with a good nights sleep. The fun stuff starts tomorrow! Stay tuned......