(Picture -- no, he's not sleeping, he's licking his toy)
Last night, as I was getting up every 2 hours to nurse Boden, I started to panic and think, "Sweet Jesus, what if this kid never sleeps for more than 3 hours at a time--is this how life is going to be, now??". I had to push the thoughts away, lest I start crying uncontrollably.
Needless to say, the sleep training of last week did not lead to a full night's (I would settle for a half) sleep for me. We went from lots of screaming to a new pattern of getting up at 11 and 4 (great, what luck--all the crying was worth it), quickly followed up by one entire night of endless crying that was only relieved by holding Boden and walking with him WHILE bopping him up and down (literally, from 9:20 until 5:45 am)...I suspect that was some form of parental punishment for the previous nights of sleep "training". After that, we went straight back to getting up at 9, 12, and 3 and then last night, Boden stepped it up to every 2 hours. I'm praying this is a growth spurt. It's funny how each night, I start out incredibly optimistic (tonight, we're going to sleep 4-5 straight hours, I just know it!) and somewhere in the early morning hours, while trudging back to my bed, I have traveled the full spectrum to pessimism (F doctor ferber and the flippin' sleep lady, this kid is an enigma. He's never going to sleep through the night without eating).
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