My son has been back to bad sleeping at night lately, and Saturday night (and on other recent nights, as well) he woke up every 2 hours and then decided that 5:30 was a great time to start the day.
Well, his bad sleeping leads to my bad sleeping, of course. The problem is that I am the adult in the relationship, so I’m not supposed to let it get the best of me. I hate to admit it, but lately I’ve been feeding him every 2 hours (or even more often), even though I know he doesn’t need to eat that much all night long. It’s just easier.
Until it isn’t.
Well, yesterday I decided that the Saturday night straw had broken the camel’s back, and I told my husband to be prepared for a bad night of the baby guy loudly protesting his mother’s refusal to feed him at any interval less than every 3 hours.
So when my son fell asleep at 9 last night, of course he slept until almost 2. And then he slept until almost 5. And then he slept until almost 8.
You can tell he knows what he’s doing. I’m pretty sure he heard me say I was putting my foot down, and then slept exactly 3 hours (except for that longer first stretch) so that I couldn’t.
Smart kid. This morning when he woke up he got a lot of smiles and praise and extra extra special love from his mama instead of that stern talking-to that I’m sure I would’ve given him otherwise.
I’m strict like that.