We officialy moved into our new place July 26. A two bedroom with a yard in the back and I was feeling the first tinges of mommy attachments. Even though our rooms are a couple of feet away, the first night was a sleepless one for me. I would lie awake and torture myself while Jack slept soundly, I would just wait in the night for his cries. Then when he would cry, I actually breathed a tiny sigh of relief. Because I was going to be really mad if I wasted the whole night not sleeping. Of course, I would have no one to blame but myself.
Jack is having weird nights. Some nights he would wake up at 3 am and just cry. We would give him a bottle to get him back to sleep, until we were told not to. Since that would accustom him to always wake up and be hungry. So as hard as it was, we would let him cry until he fell asleep. It was the worst to hear your own child cry and I swear at one point Jack cried out "Don't you love me anymore?? Come here??" We would try to do the realzing sounds of the shhhhhhh but Jack would be screaming so loudly that he couldn't even hear our coaxings. After an hour, he would go back to sleep. Why he woke up? I have no idea. How he went to sleep? I won't even question but just let the boy sleep.
My theory for a good night sleep is play with him til he tires out, feed him well, and as soon as he starts rubbing his eyes, rush that boy to his crib
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