Ideally he would sleep through the night, in his own bed, self soothe and then have scheduled naps. We are pretty far from ideal. Actually the only quality sleep he gets on the weekends and in the evenings is in on either me or his dad.
We fought hard yesterday to make the crib nap happen. Tears galore but convinced that babies at this age need to learn to sleep in their own beds. I even set a timer, 4 minutes until he started to really cry, and then I cried and felt awful. He was clearly scared. Into my bed we went, lips trembling and hands shaking.
The holidays have heightened our sleep issues. I always thought these would be the best times ever with kids, maybe they will be. What I forgot is that I get stressed out with running around everywhere and tired from the cramming in of family events/gatherings- its exhausting! For a baby it's like going to an all night rave- tons of faces in his face, missing routine (not scheduled) naps and playing nonstop, laughing hysterically where you can't distinguish between a cry and a laugh.
It's Sunday and I've kissed the crib idea goodbye for now because what I really want is for him to just get some solid Zzz's. It was probably stupid to push it so hard yesterday but when you're sleep deprived and feel out of control yourself sometimes you adamantly do stupid things. I guarantee it won't be the last time I make mistakes with theo instead of listening to what my heart tells me.
Naps are a precious time for anyone who likes to "get shit done" but he's already six months old and soon he won't need or want to hear my heart beat to sleep, soon enough he will be declaring his independence. I guess lying here and having some quiet time to reflect on this journey so far isn't so bad, beats folding stupid laundry anyways.