Day Six

We're on day six of ten on the super antibiotic and I think little boy is beginning to feel normal again. Pat and I on the other hand aren't there yet. We're tired, sleep deprived again. It's ok though because strange as it is you begin to figure out how to move along through the day in a zombie-like state when you've had days and days of no sleep. I've been told that this goes on for years. Well hooray for that! @$##!!!

The problem we're now finding is that Aedan's getting used to waking up a few times during the night, standing up in his crib (one of his latest tricks), going to end closest to his door and screaming at the top of his lungs...usually for me. I mean, Pat does get up to check on him and everything but he apparently only wants the boob. Come on boy! I'm not a 24-hour service station and you're almost 1! While he was really sick we of course were up with him, brought him into bed, I nursed him VERY frequently. But now, this little boy, has manipulated us into making a habit out of it.

Last night was our first night of trying to "break" him of the habit. We let him CIO which is heart breaking. I don't let it go on for too long b/c then I end up CIO. It worked last night. He was out in just a few minutes. The funny thing is that when he's standing in his crib and finally gives in to his tiredness, he doesn't know how to make his way to the other end and lie down. He basically collapses wherever he is. I went in to check on him after a few minutes of the best silence I've heard in days and there he was curled up in a little ball with his face planted in the side of the crib. After a little chuckle in my head I held my breath and placed him onto his back and stealthily escaped. He didn't wake up until 7:00 the next morning. Hurray! Another battle won.

Oh sleep how I love you. I guess you really don't know what ya got till it's gone.