I’m an insomniac. I’ve been fighting to fall asleep ever since my early teens. I’ve had some good periods, periods that have given me a shard of hope that I may have finally gotten over the insomnia. But it was not to be. In the days following the arrival of my son, I was so sleep-deprived and exhausted that I had no issues falling asleep. But it did not last. Gone are the days where I could fall asleep quickly when I went to bed and fall back asleep without issue after a middle of the night nursing session despite my “non-snoring” boyfriend”s seamless imitation of some type of motor.
As for my son, well, he does not fight to fall asleep. No, he battles sleep. He seems to do everything in his power to remain awake and, when my partner or I are finally able to help him fall asleep, it is only to have him wake up and fuss as soon as he hits the mattress of his crib. I love the little bugger, but after two weeks of this, he is very quickly eroding any sanity and self-confidence I have left.
You might recall that I started my son on E.A.S.Y. when he turned seven weeks. Simultaneously, I started swaddling him again. I had a new baby, on that would give me three 90 minute naps and one 45 minute nap per day. It was great! He was in an awesome mood. Both of our lives had become more predictable and I found it easier to manage motherhood with a three hour schedule. Life was good.
And then, about two days before he turned three months old, all hell broke loose. I’ve already posted on his three month growth spurt, so I won’t detail it again here. Suffices to say, he didn’t sleep much. I naively thought that when he would get back to normal when he finished his spurt; I had forgotten that my son made a point of changing things up each time I figured him out. Well, now, he’s gone from being a great napper to being a
crap-napper cat-napper. For the past week, I can consider that I’m having a good day when he naps for two hours total.
The E.A.S.Y. routine has worked so well that now he knows exactly when he’s going down for a nap or for bedtime. As soon as he starts yawning and rubbing his eyes, I bring him to his room. As soon as we are in his room, he starts crying his head off. And we’re not talking about a small whimper cry. Oh no! We’re talking full-blown-red-faced-scream-myself-hoarse cry. Of course, the same is true for bedtime. He’ll go from fussy at the breast for his last nursing session, to calm and smiling while I undress him and his father runs his bath, to happy while he’s in the bath and then BAM as soon as his father takes him out of the tub, he starts screaming his head off. Holy, am I glad to not be in an apartment building anymore; I’m sure the neighbors would call child services!
I don’t know what to think right now. What I do know is that he seems to be going through a transition phase. He is at a point where he cannot be swaddled anymore because he breaks out of it all the time. He seems to want to learn to self-soothe because he is always spitting out his pacifier and sucking on his hands. However, we need to put mitts on his hands when he goes to bed because otherwise he’ll scratch his face up pretty badly even though I trim and file down the darned things every other day.
What to do, what to do?