Paradise Lost

While I type this on the veranda, Aaron is having the crying/screaming event of the century.  I did all the ER doctor things- I checked for hair tourniquets and foreign bodies (I did not bring my flourescein).  When I pick him up, he stops immediately.  He will fall asleep next to me on the bed.  But put him down and all hell breaks loose.  Especially if he is in what Mike calls the baby jail (his crib).  He is screaming his head off.  I am hoping he cries himself to sleep.  He also hasn't been eating that well today, refusing any formula.  He like the peach juice/water combo, but he can't survive on that.   Still no poop since we got him.  I'm not sure what to do next.  

Sorry, no pics of the screaming baby.