I am completely and totally obsessed with infant sleep. It is currently 2:07 AM and I am nursing Teddy after he slept fifty-six minutes. I am so tired that I actually laid down on the floor next to his crib and fell asleep for a few minutes.
In the last two weeks, my former champ sleeper has turned the entire family into a zombie. Colby is geering up to start planting corn and the timing for this sleep regression is really, really bad. My poor baby is chronically overtired and spends most of the day on the verge of crying.
At this point, I have tried everything. I dropped $40 for the Merlin Magic suit which promised to solve all our problems. Yeah, that was a big waste of money. Teddy is shuffled between his crib, the swing and the rock n play every night. Unfortunately, my sweet son is completely incapable of self soothing and now requires my nipple to be in his mouth for him to fall asleep. It is so rough. And teaching him to self sooth? Apparently, that will be rougher.
I know this is all just a phase and it will pass (please God) and I will be worried about something else soon. That’s Motherhood. But right now, my battle for sleep is all consuming and I’m so tired.
Other facts- Teddy is officially thirteen weeks old and is no longer considered a newborn. He smiles and coos and is on the verge of laughing. He loves going outside and kicking his feet. He’s already so strong and likes to pretend to stand up. Every day, I film a little video of Teddy and have edited them together on my computer. Teddy loves watching this video of himself and coos and smiles at the baby on the screen.
Developmentally, there is so much going on in his little head that it’s no surprise that he finds it difficult to shut off and rest. The world is a big place and a little boy sometimes needs lots of Mommy and Daddy. I know sometime in the future, I will look back at these long nights and smile.
Plus, I can always wake him in sixteen years and ask for a glass of milk at 2AM. Revenge will be so sweet.