When my lil bundle of joy first came home, he slept through the night within three days. The first night, I literally was so exhausted from trying to keep on the whole feed him every two hours or he will starve (at least in my mind!) schedule that I truly believed the entire thing was a fluke designed to make me believe things could be really be this easy (little did I know!). Then, it happened again. Was I a horrible new mommy for not waking him up? Then, I gave in. Happily, my pediatrician told me to let him sleep (and insert angels singing).
Fast forward seven months, and enter the what is wrong with him schedule.
This is what happens every three hours or so.
Husband rolls over and tries to whisper over crying not quite screeching baby, "What do you think he wants?"
Me, trying not to hit him with a pillow because, truly, I don't, contrary to popular opinion, speak baby just yet, "I don't know!" Also trying to whisper even though at this point the lil dude in question is clearly not sleeping. "Diaper?"
And so, off I go to diaper duty.
Nope.
Put him back down, crying continues. Loudly.
Again, the husband asks. I try not to get frustrated, understanding he is just as lost as me. (Meanwhile, in my mind, I'm bashing him with the pillow. Hey, it's soft and won't really hurt him...)
"Teething?" I reply. To which husband crawls out of bed to get the frozen teething ring, which when he returns, lil dude gratefully chomps on.
But, once again, put him down, and the crying begins.
Fine, I think. If he's anything like dad, he's hungry.
And he finally falls asleep.
Until three hours later.
Now, this doesn't happen every night, but more often than not...well, you get the picture.
New rule? Not only can I not read the baby's mind, it's probably good the husband can't read mine ;-)
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