We may be in the big easy, but it wasn’t an easy night of ‘sleep learning’ for Baby Boy O. He cried for the better part of an hour, perhaps even more. Did I say cry? I meant wailed, sobbed, heart breaking howls until he fell asleep, dried salt crusted tears on his face. It had to be done. Somehow he (we) had gotten into the habit of waking up three times a night. An untenable and unsustainable pattern of sleep deprivation that felt like a slow steady torture. Something had to change. Hopefully this is the first step in the right direction.
All happier after a good night’s sleep
Taking a stroll around Winn Dixie
Using daddy as a climbing frame after resisting nap time
Thoughtful reflection by the pool. Getting sleepy…
Yesterday’s post: iDisaster
Tomorrow’s post: Planes, Trains and Automobiles
