A week ago my little sister came for a visit and was the world's best helper, spoiling me just the leeeetle too much. My arms had the most welcome respite, not that I don't love holding 14 pound mini-Mike 24/7, but my muscle-less arms sometimes almost fall off.
I grammed about our consumption of the best donuts this side of the Mississip, but it's worth another mention because these puppies were off the hook:
South Bend people: this is a friendly PSA that Westend bakery donuts are the best in the area, no joke. You're welcome.
Then said sister left and I cried and decided to go ahead and sleep train Sir Joseph, the Sleep Tyrant.
Really it has been so SO bad. I would say that I've been averaging between 3-5 highly interrupted hours of sleep a night for the last 3 months and I think my brain has started to melt a little- I often don't know what day it is and was genuinely starting to worry about remembering all 4 kids when out on errands. I think that's the point when you decide to "sleep train" (nice way of saying scream-until-you-sleep), right?
We're only on night 4, so there is still very little sleep and a whole lot of crying, but anything is better than what the nights looked like previously. You want a rundown, don't you? I knew you did.
Between 7:30-8: spend at least 20 minutes rocking him to sleep
Between 8-10: go into him at least 2 to 3 times to get him back to sleep
Midnight (on a good night): up for first feeding, feed him and lay him back down
12:30- he's screaming again, go and pacify back to sleep
3 (on a good night)- awake for another feeding, feed a lay back down
3:15- he's screaming go to pacify to sleep
3:30- screaming more, go in to pacify again
Between 4-5- what's that sound? it's Joseph screaming again, bring him in bed and not fall back asleep because he is the squirmiest, gruntiest sleeper ever
6:30- decide to just get up with him because this is the worst.
He knows I love him.
On the plus side it can only get better, I think.
So now we march forward armed for another night of battle with the tiniest Tyrant and his iron lungs. I'll update you soon on the progress, I promise.