Charlie's crib adventure last night kind of blew up in our faces. Of course, what did we expect since our child sleeps like crap anyway? We're trying again tonight, and we've got some new tricks up our sleeve.
I had a phone conversation today with my mom about crying it out (CIO). (This topic of conversation comes up all the time no matter who I'm talking with. I'm a little obsessed with sleep right now.) I told her that I'm just not ready to let him cry it out. She said, "What aren't you ready for?" And I said, "Letting him cry."
I don't know how I feel about CIO. On one hand, I think that sleep deprivation for both parents and children is a very real issue. On the other hand, I feel that a lot of people think that babies are trying to be manipulative when they wake up in the middle of the night, and honestly I just don't feel that's the case, especially when they're this young. Charlie woke up at least once an hour last night. Yes, you read that right. Once an hour. But probably more. (It's all so fuzzy now.) I have no idea why he kept waking up, because this is not something new he's been doing, and I could come up with a million possibilities. But what I do know is that when I picked him up, he fell asleep again quickly and easily. Obviously, he needs me. Or he thinks he does. I have a hard time with the concept of not being there when he needs me.
We've decided that CIO will be our last resort. When we are so tired we can barely function and/or when Charlie is so cranky we can't stand him anymore, then perhaps we'll consider letting him CIO. For now, I guess we'll just keep on truckin' and trying new things to get him to stay asleep. I keep hoping that he will just grow out of this. I'm trying to just listen to my intuition here.
Anyway, about the shower thing. I didn't take one today. I meant to, but before I knew it, it was noon, and so I said, "Fuck it." I did, however, get to make a couple of important phone calls, get some mail ready to send out, did some laundry and dishes and some random acts of cleaning. Charlie took an awesome early afternoon nap that ended up being at least two and a half hours long, so I got to close my eyes for a bit. While we keep fighting this sleep demon, at least there are some small battles that we've won.
Meanwhile, our house is a complete disaster, and I'm behind on pretty much everything. My life feels completely chaotic at all times. I have no idea how I'm ever going to finish my Master's degree because my brain feels like it's completely gone. How do people go on to have more children?