I can't recall all of the details, but I vaguely remember driving up and down Mopac one night at 1am. Driving worked like a charm - TE fell asleep after a few minutes in the back seat. We drove another 30 minutes before heading home to make sure he was really in a deep sleep. As soon as we pulled into the driveway his eyes shot wide open. It was time to be awake...AGAIN!
The thing is, TE wasn't incredibly fussy or crying. He just wanted to up and he wanted one of us to entertain him.
By Wednesday night TR was drunk with sleep deprivation. I was a zombie and we were both pretty close to the end of our ropes.
By Thursday we were ready to put the smack down: we decided to let him cry it out a little bit. It was horrible. Neither Thomas nor I could stand to hear his pathetic crying, so we gave up on that pretty quickly. So much for tough love.
I eventually developed a routine: put him on the play mat on the floor, which allowed for 20 minutes of sleep, then it was downstairs on the couch, then in the swing, then upstairs in front of the computer watching the colorful screen saver, then downstairs to the stroller and laps around the house, then back upstairs to the play mat (and hopefully 20 minutes of sleep). There may have been a couple of times where he slept a bit in his car seat, but who can really remember. All I know is that if you repeat those things above about 50-100 times, you would eventually get to 6am.
And 6am was the magic hour. TE would eat and then fall into a deep sleep...just in time for TR and I to get ready for work.
What a considerate child.
I believe we have mostly recovered from Hell Week. TE still has horrible sleeping habits, and there have been a couple of all nighters since then, but we haven't been through five consecutive nights without sleep. If TE decides pulls that stunt again, he's going out in the yard in the Pack-n-Play.
You think I'm joking.
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