Alright, my blogging friends, I'm sending out an S.O.S. Daughter posted a picture of herself on Instagram that gave me some concern. She looked wasted, not from doing anything shady or contrary to our beliefs, but from having spent a night on the battlefield of Motherhood.
Here's the problem
Homeboy doesn't like to sleep. He'll fight it with all he has in his little being. Naps are maybe thirty minutes, on a good day. Nighttime is somewhat better but he's not the lovely baby some of you are blessed with that will sleep eight hours straight. His mom and dad are on the brink of exhaustion and though I'm ready to go over give relief, twelve hundred miles are in the way.
Here's what's been attempted:
Swaddling. This lasted until he was four weeks old. Houdini must be a relative somewhere down the line and we're unaware of it. Rocket Man will worm his way out of the tightest swaddle known to man. Perhaps he's trying to live up to my blog moniker for him.
Feeding him cereal with his last bottle for the night. All this has done is make Rocket Man a strapping, happy baby.
Establishing a routine. Bath, story, scriptures, prayer, he knows what's coming and will, as they say in my Little Corner of Texas, pitch a fit to not have to go to sleep. Honest. I've witnessed this first hand and it ain't pretty.
Crying it out. Rocket Man has a lovely set of lungs, might even grow up to be an opera singer. The only thing crying it out has accomplished is that mom, dad, Lita (that's me) and Papa (that'd be Hank) want to cry after hearing the poor child for what seems like hours on end.
Daughter was just like Rocket Man when she was a wee one. And in all honesty she didn't sleep through the night until, well, I don't remember when, if ever. I know how she's feeling; tired, no, make that exhausted, at her wits end and in need of just one night of solid, peaceful sleep. It'd be funny to say that pay back is heck, but that would be insensitive of me. Could not sleeping be part of the DNA double helix? Hmmmm....
Any suggestions? I think short of spiking the nighttime bottle with a little something, Daughter and Son-in-law are willing to try anything. Leave me a comment with your suggestions and I'll pass them on to Larry.