Andrew -ugh- we don't talk about his sleepless times much- it's not always easy~
He went to sleep at 6:30 last night (a half hour earlier than usual but he'd received that much less sleep during his afternoon nap).
It figures I stayed up til nearly midnight- he was up at 4am crying! I fed him a bit and he went right back to sleep (this technique works well in such situations).
He was up again at 5:23... This interrupted a fabulous mom-dream about him learning to walk (rather suddenly and early) and climbing all over everything.
First I let him cry 10 minutes hoping he'd fall back asleep and that my crazy dream would continue, no such luck. The crying escalated. I tried to get him to suck his thumb. I let him cry, off and on repositioning him as he flapped his arms and bounced backwards in the crib.. I held him and put him back down.
The clock rolled around 6am and I gave up- no, didn't take him to bed, which would work to get him to sleep, but instead he's playing in his 'dream meadow' gym now while I type away in the darkened living room.
It's almost his normal waking time and I wonder how this rainy day will go....
As I end this post, he's in my lap, sucking his thumb, pulling on my hair, reaching for the keyboard, yawning, squirming around and making pterodactyl noises.
