Oh, how plans get tossed like trash.
Week 4 decided to define its own challenge. Sleep.
Sleep for Sophie. Sleep for me. Or should I say, seriously disturbed sleep. A major fail to sleep.
I have been putting my head in the sand on this one for a while now. Bad Mamma.
Sophie has been nursed to sleep since day one. Occasionally she falls asleep in a carrier, a stroller or being rocked/walked/sushed/patted-on-the-bum. I didn’t mind the interrupted sleep. I got used to it after a few weeks as I suspect all parents do. I grew to enjoy our little quiet time together in the wee hours.
Her sleep stretched and I could see soon she would be sleeping through the night.
Around 3 months old the Sandman ran far, far away. Our bedtime routine became her nighttime issues. She began waking more often. It took hours to get her to settle for the night.
Sophie was becoming increasingly overtired and, while still generally happy, grew fussier, more clingy and had a hard time staying awake after naps. (Naps. Don’t get me started on those.)
For more than two weeks I have gotten up with the little one almost every hour.
Last night was a breaking point for me. For all but 90 minutes of a 12 hour night, Sophie refused to let me put her down. Fast asleep in my arms for no matter how long, the moment she touched the sheet, my sweet little one erupted with cries of protest.
I considered co-sleeping. I believe it can be done safely and work beautifully for many families. I wish it would have worked for us. But she’s a wiggle worm and I’m a light sleeper.
So this week, I chucked the plans to practice German for a plan to hunt down some ZZZZs.
So stick around for the revised Week 4 challenge:
The dreaded, ever controversial, sleep training.