I've been eyeing the flat rate boxes at the post office. I'm pretty confident that Sam would fit in the biggest one. Lately I've been contemplating mailing him somewhere, anywhere. I love him to death, it's just that when your Grandma affectionately calls you, "That devil baby" and your Nana calls you, "Jekyll and Hyde" you're clearly being a naughty baby. Most of the time he is a pleasant, smiley, personable guy. However, getting him to sleep, and stay asleep, requires levels of patience, determination, and strength that are unheard of in mortal man. I haven't slept well in six months, and the good news is he's just getting worse. We've tried pretty much everything short of just letting him cry for hours, which he would do given the chance. The end of my rope is very rapidly approaching. Sleep deprivation is used as torture is it not? Then, just when I get ready to toss him in a box and mail him to the gypsies, he grins at me. Saved by cuteness, at least for today.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Why babies are cute.
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Well, let the Little Devil cry it out for a bit. Steel your nerves and put in ear plugs if you have to. You just need to break this cycle he's in and get him used to the idea that he has to sleep longer than 40 minutes at a time and that he can go to sleep without being rocked and bounced. It is a good thing he's cute - it's his only salvation - the little scamp! Love, Grandma
i can't even imagine what i would do. that flat rate box idea is genius!
I have SO been there. Eventually you will reach a point where you will let him cry for 6 hours straight. After a few weeks (or months) he'll get it. Eight months was my breaking point with Ellie and Laura. Both survived without long-term emotional scarring (probably), though at the time I was pretty sure I was the meanest mother EVER. It's okay. He won't remember in six months--in fact, he probably won't remember in one month.
You already know my thoughts on this...ahem, five months ago was the correct time...but I digress...
Instead I will oooh and aahhh and gush in copious amounts over his adorable face and lament the fact that he will most likely NOT marry one of my older girl childs.
p.s. How was Christmas??! xoxox
I've come to my limit today. Gauge is going to go down for a good cry right now. I feel you.
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