November 23, 2010
If my baby could sleep through the night, all my problems would magically vanish. I’d have way more sex with my husband, I’d make the most perfect chocolate soufflé cake, I’d be way more interesting to talk to, and all my back fat would melt away.
This is what I tell myself at 3 AM every morning; right about the time when I’m walking down the hall to retrieve my fussy 11-month-old.
I think he’s too old to be waking up in the middle of the night. What does he need? He can’t possibly be hungry.
Maybe he’s bored?
Is his nose is stuffed up?
Maybe he has superior intelligence?
Ya, that’s it.
Up until now I’ve been fine with the middle-of-the-night-wake-up-call.
I’ve justified it by thinking that it’s our special time to be together. I’ve thought it’s good for my milk supply to be nursing him, plus he gets a nice warm belly of healthy milk. And he has always been on the slender end of weight charts, so a little extra milk isn’t a bad thing, right?
But now that he’s almost a year old, I’m finally done with it.
He, on the other hand, would beg to differ.
I don’t know what to do now.
I’m in uncharted territory here.
With Berlyn, somehow I got that girl to sleep 12 hours at night when she was only 3 months old.
But with Hudson, it’s totally different. I’ve tried to fill his belly up before he goes to bed, I’ve tried to let him work it out on his own.
He’s even done it several times before–he’s gone 10-12 hours at night without a peep.
So I know he can do it. He just prefers not to.
I think he just wants to hang out with me…
At 3 AM.
Well, these boobs have had enough of the 3 AM boobie call.
Mama’s shutting it down.
I NEED to sleep.
And he does too.
Any tips? Tricks? I’m desperate.