Tuesday, September 8, 2009


How can this gorgeous baby be causing such complete and total havoc on my life? I mean, look at him! He's adorable! But ya'll, I am seriously at my wit's end. All my life, I've wanted to have four children, as long as I had a good husband (check) and the resources to take care of so many (pretty much check.) But Warren is making me rethink that whole plan!

He still gets up for a bottle between two and three. Every night! And yes, for those of you just dying to know, Nick still bears the brunt of the night time activity. In fact, he does six nights, and I do one. Tuesdays, so he can get up at the butt crack of dawn for Bible study. So yes, you could say that I don't really have anything to complain about, but boo on you, I'm still his mother and it still upsets me!
I know the problem is that we rock him until he's sound asleep. I know that he's waking up in the middle of the night (and forty five minutes into EVERY nap for that matter) and he cries because I haven't provided him with the skills to get himself back to sleep. I KNOW THIS! But now what do I do about it?
And don't say let him cry it out. I can't, and I don't want to. I don't want my babies, any of them, to cry out for me, and for me (well, Nick) to not run in there to see what's wrong. How would you feel if that were you? We did break down yesterday and put him in bed awake for his morning nap, so he cried for about ten minutes before falling asleep (he was exhausted, as he'd gotten up not once but TWICE the night before) but somehow it's different to let him cry in the beginning than it would be to let him cry when he wakes up alone at two. Not to mention the logistics of the boys sharing a room. So please, any suggestions, PLEASE! He still won't nap for more than an hour and it's usually only forty five minutes. And he's eating in the middle of the night even though he's a good four months too old. What have I done? I need to fix this, because I really do want another baby. But not one like this.
Update: Ick, I just did it again. He went down at eight for his nap (which isn't gonna fly once Daddy goes to work big guy) and bam! fussing at nine like clockwork. I went in there and he looked EXHAUSTED! So against every fiber in my being, I stuck that boppy (our word for pacifier, I don't know why) back in his mouth, patted his back for a few seconds, turned on his aquarium noise thingy, and walked out. While he screamed! I played on the computer for ten minutes (looking at the Silhouette electronic cutter, anyone know anything about it?) then went back in and did it all again. Four minutes later and he's asleep. So it worked. But how can it work for me, when I feel so guilty? I mean, I actually have a little tummy ache. But he needs his sleep, he was exhausted. I'm never gonna know what to do. Sigh.

1 comment:

  1. I hate to suggest a book if you're already bombarded with books, but I LOVED Secrets of the Baby Whisperer. She has a followup called the Baby Whisperer Solves All Your Problems. Something tells me you may know these books, but thought I'd try. She doesn't advocate crying it out and is just very rational and easy to read. Good Luck! We miss y'all!