I do not know what to do with this child. He wakes up every night at 4a.m. like clockwork… he pretty much always has. Most of the time, though, he would go back to sleep after Andy or I went in his room and comforted him.
This week, not so much.
And it’s not just 4:00 anymore, it’s 3:00. And 3:30. And 3:35. And so on, until 5:00, when it’s nearly time for Mommy and Daddy’s alarm to go off. Around that time, though, he’ll sleep peacefully. In fact, he was still asleep when I left for work this morning.
Last week he was teething really bad and when he woke in the middle of the night, we’d go in and rock him, or I’d nurse him, and we just had a grand time (or he did, anyway). Though we needed to do that because he was really hurting, we are paying the piper this week… because now he thinks the middle of the night is playtime.
Last night we implemented the theories of good old Dr. Ferber, which I know work – I know they do – but damn if it isn’t painful while it’s going on. I hope our misery last night will mean more sleep for everyone tonight. I really hope.
For now, though, I am relying on the 24 ounces of coffee sitting next to me. If that doesn’t work, do you think anyone would notice if I sat at my desk with sunglasses on so I could nap?
