Go to Sleep Little Baby...

Caught sleeping

I'm finding that I don't have the words to adequately describe how Dylan's sleep cycle has started to feel to me...and of course the crazy fluctuations in it peaked during the week that Fuad was gone in Moscow.
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.

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...

"Who's Not Sleeping? Me?!"

A lullaby that Fuad and I often turn to...enjoy