Last night was once of the worst nights yet (sleeping-wise). I had high hopes, because he’d napped pretty well during the day. But he just wouldn’t settle; I spent most of the night soothing him (either holding down his arms or holding in the pacifier) to try and get him into deep sleep. But he wasn’t having any of it.
I think I had a bunch of 15-minute naps in there. I fed him at 12, 4 and 8. At 6:15 the smoke alarm in our room went off. I got up and changed Jack’s very wet diaper and Chris dealt with the smoke detector. So poor Chris didn’t get a lot of sleep either.
I stayed in bed until 10 hoping Jack would drop off, but the whole time he was making noises and thrashing around and eventually crying. At 10 I couldn’t take it any more and I took him into his room and put him in the crib with his mobile. I went back to my room and closed the door and got back into bed and cried.
I cried because I’d set my expectations that we were going to have a decent night of sleep. I cried because the whole day was stretching before me with no relief. I cried listening to his crying. Most of all I cried because I was beyond exhausted.
He cried 6 minutes, then settled into just being noisy. After a while he started crying again and I finally resigned myself to never sleeping again and got up.
Of course, he’s been a happy chappy all morning, smiling and generally charming the pants off me.
He JUST went to sleep in the swing, so I’m gonna lie on the couch and see if I can sleep too.


