remember how i was all cheerful after night one's easy beginning? it was a cruel, cruel trick. as easy as night one was, night two was equally as frustrating.
so, this is how this is going to go, huh?
night cap at 11pm. we went to bed, the jude went back to bed.
1:50am- woke up. later than usual! what does this mean? no idea. but he fussed and cried and wouldn't go back to sleep no matter how long i patted until his 3 o'clock feeding. so for more than an hour i just stood next to his crib patting and singing and bouncing. eventually i believe i just laid on the floor and said, "shhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhhhh shhhhhhhhh" which seemed to be equally as effective as anything else i did, which meant not at all.
3:00am- chow time. back into bed. he fell asleep. his body is clearly not used to our new schedule after only one day. sad times.
6am- again, stayed asleep longer. what does this mean? no idea. but this time when he woke up he was flipping his shit and nothing would do but nursing. so i fed him and we fell asleep for a whole half an hour before it was time to get up.
notes: soooooo... not feeling so positive today. kinda cranky. but i must press on. it takes more than two pathetic days to change a bad habit, right?
this morning i was giving jude's babysitter the heads up so she can be on the look out for if he wants to eat more or sleep more due to the new schedule and she told me that her youngest daughter, who is almost two, still nurses every two hours. –you're kidding me, right? there's a chance this won't stop? so i learned two very important facts. #1- jude is not alone in his freaky insistence that he eat every two hours and #2- there is a possibility that this might not end any time soon.
so, so, so...
i don't know.
we'll be at it again tonight.