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| Caught sleeping |
My son wouldn't sleep, my husband was far, far away, and I was feeling like I had totally hit rock bottom. Each day I told myself that it couldn't get any worse, and yet it did, for about 3 nights in a row. Each morning I tried to stay positive, like in the book "Bringing Up Bebe", which I've recently finished reading, telling myself that "tomorrow will be better", which is a method suggested by an experienced French nanny. But in truth, I felt like I was caught in my own personal hell. It got to the point that I stopped looking at the clock and I stopped trying to analyzing it, because it just didn't make any sense...I just kept on going, as best I could, to be present and to help Dylan find relief from whatever it was that was interrupting his sleep.
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| 4 months old! A really happy boy! |
Last week I caught a glimpse of my son's temperament in a way that I had not seen before in the 4 short months of his life...and what I discovered is that although he looks a lot like his Dad ('same, same, like father,' as the Thai people say) he's mule-headed like his Mom! There were a few moments where I felt like he and I were fighting fire with fire...and now here's some brutal honesty, at one point I got so frustrated that I had to lay him down and leave the room. He and I both shed some tears last week.
And this week?
Unlike how this sleep "regression" seemed to creep in over the course of a month, slowly changing my son from a solid sleeper into a night time terror (maybe I'm exaggerating a bit) it left rather suddenly...he's back to sleeping a solid 6 hours before waking to feed, then going right back down. His naps are also back on track.
I can hardly express how relieved I am! Especially since we're taking the long journey home to the States in 9 days. Staying over at friends houses' with an infant is worrisome enough without sleep issues!
Next stop, baby jet lag...
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| "Who's Not Sleeping? Me?!" |
