Friday, April 17, 2009


For sale: my soul.

Asking: a decent night's sleep, OBO.

For: the love of all that is good and merciful.

I keep saying that I have Reached My Limit with this fractured, erratic, nightly scream-fest of baby sleep pattern (er, not-sleep, not-pattern?)... but a limit is a choice, and I keep pushing the limit further out because to do otherwise would end in a clinical diagnosis. Of the Crazies.

So! We keep plugging ahead! Marching into a new day with irrepressible hope! He has to sleep someday, right? Right!

Let's hear some of your favorite sleep (or not-sleep) stories.



Anonymous said...

Hang in there, maybe we can help out somehow in a couple weeks when we come. At least give you a break.

Emily said...

Oh. Dear. God.

Not that you haven't known this for a while, but you know you have my sympathies; you know, the ones from the deepest pit of my heart?

I know it's probably of no consolation, since I can't tell you that this will happen next week for you, but eventually, J did start sleeping ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I won't lie, it did involve us setting up some very tight boundries and rules... well, ones that didn't involve us just letting him cry for hours on end, but they felt strict nonetheless... but I think, mostly, he just eventually figured it out for himself. You know: that sleeping, long, deep sleeping, feels GOOD.

At any rate... I remember the days of being at the outer reaches of my limit, somewhere near Pluto, literally weaving myself more rope, frantically trying to not get to the very very end of it... Hardest thing I've ever done. Kudos to you for getting through it this far.

Repeat after me: Someday it will change.