Well, we had an intervention and M. is going cold turkey off the soother and he is jonsing bad for it. He'll be four months old this week and I figured it was high time he learned that the world is in fact a cruel place and life is one crushing disappointment after another until you just wish Flanders was dead. (Sorry had to throw a "Simpsons" quote in for the one person who I know reads this for sure and will get it, R.H., aka "daboss".)
I had spent the past five? seven? ten? nights awake most of the night trying to convince the pint-sized terror that he wanted his soother and wanted to sleep to no avail. It was a vicious cycle, to say the least, and when I found myself wanting to punch him in his cute little baby head (but of course not acting on that impulse, although a few more nights without sleep and I'm not sure what I'd be capable of) I figured that if we were going to be up all night crying and screaming and awake, at least it would be on my terms.
It's been a rough 38 hours and while nighttime is hard, when I am truly at my weakest and want to take it all back is when we're in public and he's having a hissy fit. I know the soother will make it all better (and shut him up), but I'm willing to risk having people think I'm a terrible mother if it means we all eventually start sleeping. I'm sure they'll think I'm a much more terrible mother when I get arrested for trying to sell himn on Craigslist and they get to read about me in the paper.
Last night he got a bit of a respite as I feel asleep during our 1:44 AM feeding so he got to sleep with us, and did so with nary a fuss, for the rest of the night. But we won't be doing that again as it's just subsituting one crutch for another. After he gets over this hump and has a few days of happiness again, I'm going to stop the middle of the night feeding and rock his world all over again. Poor kid, not even four months old and the party's over. I think he's started teething too, so misery abounds.
In happy baby new, M. rolled over from back to front for the first time today and did it a few times so it really, really counts! He was very proud of himself, if not a little confused as to what had just happened. I'm sure crawling is just around the corner! Batten down the hatches!
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Just like how mothers of girls never understand the world of having just boys - so goes the world of the rocky sleepers. Man our first boy will never know how close he came to infantacide (spelling?). He had some nasty colic and if not for the agreed upon concept of things yelled at 3am must be forgiven and forgotten immediately we would have ditched each other too. It is not the one or two bad nights, it is the 23rd straight night of screaming and crying (and that was just my wife) that gets you all messed up. And just when you think you are going to die you all of a sudden realize that you just did 3 nights in a row straight through. Huh, go figure.
It was so bad for us that it changed our opinion to have another baby...course one crappy Costco condom changed that decision. But #2 boy came out and was so easy and a great sleeper that we seem to miss his baby life as it flew by so smoothly. Huh, go figure.
Well, it is fun to look back and laugh now....oh crap! What am I thinking...#3 coming in a couple weeks and there goes my sleep again.
Bets on gender?
Bets on sleeping habits?
Bets on which parent kills the other first?
And I don't want Flanders dead...just Rod and Todd. I can see them now killed in a curbing event by Apoo's octoplets. Thank you come again.
Almost forgot to finish the song quote:
And they were singing
Bye bye Mr Comfy Blanky
Took my bubba to the booby but the booby was dry
Them good old Wiggles were eating Yummy Fruit Salad
The day...the soother died.
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