
I'm at my wits end with the whole not sleeping thing. I'm tired, y'all. Like really tired. I can't remember the last time I slept more than 4 hours consecutively. I knew this was a part of motherhood, not sleeping. I guess I just never thought it'd last this long.
Brooke's still waking up a lot at night. She wakes up EVERY night between 1 & 3 at some point. I used to use a 3 strikes approach - I'd comfort her and give her a pacifier the first and second times she woke up, then feed her the 3rd time she woke up. I figured that if she cried out a 3rd time, she must be hungry. Lately, I've been trying to eliminate this night feeding by just continuing to comfort her every time she cries. Sometimes it works and she doesn't eat at all overnight, which leads me to believe she's waking up because of her teeth. Well, after 90 minutes of getting up and down out of bed last night, I just gave in and fed her. We both needed to sleep. And now I feel like just giving up the whole weaning thing so we can all sleep.
Sometimes I feel like I just don't know how to do this. I feel like there's something that's not clicking in my head, like the secret to helping her sleep, for example. Also not clicking is how to comfort my suffering little girl and her aching gums. If she's not eating or sleeping, she's crabby. I'm doing everything I can think of to help her (including around-the-clock Tylenol and Orajel) but it doesn't seem to be enough. Poor thing is just miserable. In fact, she proved it by giving Mommy a pretty sharp bite with her two new teeth last night...while I was nursing her. There are lingering bite marks, my friends. Yowza.
Ok, Debbie Downer is going to go now. As evidenced by the above photo, the munchkin passed out cold on the way home from running errands so I'm going to capitalize on this and nap myself. Sweet dreams.
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