once upon a time, cash was an amazing sleeper. he would meltdown at 7:45 on the dot, i'd give him a bottle, a blanket, lay him down and he was out. IT WAS GLORIOUS.
then one day...he wouldn't go down. no biggie, must have screwed with his sleep schedule somehow.
second night...hmmm, maybe he just needs to get back into the swing of things?
third night...ok - i've pissed someone off. because trying to rock a screaming, crying baby at 10:30 at night is not fun and MOMMY HAS A HEADACHE.
i'd like to take a second to point out that sleep deprivation is a form of torture. YES, MY CHILD IS TORTURING ME. (i'd also like to point out that yes, i know 10:30 isn't that late. but i've been fighting a cold (which has turned into a sinus infection. which, i fear, is turning into an ear infection) for over a week and I'M TIRED.)
so, i feel like a bit of an ass for complaining about this. in the big scheme of things, we hit it big with the sleep lottery. cash has slept through the night since he was just a few weeks old. he wakes up between 5 and 6 with a cry for his BA-BA, MY GOD PLEASE SOMEONE BRING ME MY BA-BA. and then he goes right back to sleep for at least an hour. so really, i'm damn lucky.
but i've got to say...i'm not at all equipped for this refusal to nap/refusal to fall asleep thing. today's naptime consisted of this: i finally give in and lay down with him after an hour of trying everything else. he refuses his bottle. i hold him tight against me while he screams and flails for 10 hours. slowly he realizes, hey - i might be tired. and HEY, LOOK - a delicious bottle of milk. and right before he falls asleep for 40 wonderful minutes, he looks over at me like, dude. sorry about that.
ya, dude. THIS SUCKS.