Babies Have Their Own Agenda

So, Sunday night also went well. The crying decreased and aside from one wake-up when I verbally soothed him, the baby slept until about 6:00 a.m. again. Yay for Ferber and crying it out.

Monday, on the other hand, was another story.

You see, my devious, defiant little son decided to try another tack. He didn’t eat supper. No rice cereal, no baby food, nothing. Just nursing, here and there. So of course, I knew that there was no way on earth he would sleep through the night. And sure enough, he woke up at 10:30. And would NOT go back to sleep. Literally, each time I laid him down in the crib, he woke up and HOWLED. By 12:30, I was ready to throw in the towel. I laid down beside him in the guest bed and let him snuggle. I put him back in the crib at 4:00 a.m. Nope, not proud of that. But I needed to get sleep somehow.

Tonight, he’s following the same pattern. Didn’t eat much of anything at dinner, and he has a slight cough. I have a bad feeling about this already. I tried putting him to bed three other times tonight, and each time he screamed. I’ve let him cry for at least 20 minutes each time, and he’s just not going to sleep. He actually grabbed my arm with both hands when I set him down in the crib and hugged it.

Baby: I have your arm. You can’t leave me. Ha. Just try to escape now.

Me: Go to sleep. Quit trying to play this game. You’re going to lose.

Baby: That may be. But you’ll lose far more sleep in the short term. Bwahahahaha….I can cry for 45 minutes straight. Think you’ll sleep through that?

Me: Ear plugs are looking good at the moment…

Baby: Maybe I’ll just grow some teeth….