These days people are obsessed with vampires. Supernatural beings that turn into blood-sucking villains when the sun goes down. Me? Not so much. I am far more frightened by a 14-month old that turns into a newborn at the stroke of midnight. He’s literally sucking the life out of me.
I realize that mothers complaining about how little their children sleep is as old as Adam and Eve. And I KNOW she complained. After all she had to mother the human race while camping—ughh. I’m not after your sympathy, just your advice. Crying it out is NOT working. He has an especially sad and violent cry he only uses at night and if we let him go too long I prefer not to turn on the light because I know how blue his plump little lips will look. Not only that, but he can go for well over an hour and then continue the rest and cry pattern until dawn when he somehow turns all babbles and smiles as he patiently waits for us to liberate him from his crib. What gives?
The only thing that gets McKay back to sleep is more milk. I usually ration it 3-4 ounces at a time because I know he’ll be up two or three hours later wanting more. Is it really possible that it takes such frequent feedings to satiate this 26-pound hunk of love? I’ve tried giving him full bottles, but he still wakes. Seriously—HELP!
Matt has stepped in lately and taken the first waking of the night and it has helped tremendously. Only now when Mac has a particularly bad night I am out of practice and more tired than ever. I’m kind of beyond trying to solve the problem and just trying to be grateful at 2am that I have a cherub to wake me at all. Have you had bad sleepers? Did they grow out of it?
You’d think with my third I’d be seasoned enough to figure this out, but McKay is taking me through a series of firsts all his own. Thanks for letting me vent. Things will look rosier once an acceptable hour for a nice cold Diet Coke arrives. I just can't bring myself to pop the top before 10am :).