5 Days With A Baby Who Won't Sleep | The Sleep Diary
When Harrison was around 6 weeks old, we ran into one of Jordans friends in Mothercare who had coincidentally had a son 3 days after we did. When Jordan asked them how they were coping with not sleeping at night, they'd said they were pretty lucky, their little boy more or less slept through the night from the get go. I could have screamed, or cried, or left Harrison in the middle of Mothercare there and then. Obviously a slight exaggeration there - I wouldn't have cried in public - but the lack of sleep was making me a crabit, irritable person, and I wouldn't have been surprised had no one wanted to be around me at the time. Whilst I've gotten better at living on little sleep, I've been determined to try and get our little one into some sort of routine. He is only 3 months, so it's not expected that he'll be in any, but if I can introduce bath, book and bed early, then it might make it all that much easier later down the line. And maybe, just maybe we'll make it more than 3 hours without a feed...
I need matchsticks to keep my eyes open today; I think that just about sums up how well our night went last night. Following on from last night - which for us was a good night - we'd decided to try and hold off on bathtime until a little later, to try and hold off on that first inevitable nightfeed. Around 7.30pm we had bath-time and baby massage, and he was tucked up with us on the couch with his bottle by 8pm, eyes heavy and everything looking very promising. From here it all just went downhill. It had been a while since we'd had a projectile vomit, and boy did he give us one. He also managed to fill his nappy at the exact same time and any chance of a peaceful night went out the window. He was completely wide awake, and it took us until after 11am to get him down again. I had a small inkling of hope that the sick and the later bedtime might have tired him out, but no, low and behold, 3am, 6.30am, and then finally waking up for good at 7.45am. I am done in. Night 2, absolute balls.
This week, I've probably had the hardest week yet, grasping 3 hours sleep is an absolute godsend with a teething baby who's sleeping for the first time without a swaddle, but unfortunately it's not really enough to keep me sane. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place with the decision to either give him an earlier bedtime and regain part of the night back, or continue to put him down when we go to sleep and have an extra few hours uninterrupted sleep. Right now, the latter is without a doubt the most appealing, but at some point, his bedtime will have to get earlier, so I figured when better to do it than a week when we won't be getting much sleep anyway. Here's hoping next week is just that little bit easier...