Will you just be my friend and listen to me whine and complain for a minute. Just a minute and then I'll move on.
I am EXHAUSTED. Peter doesn't sleep well at night or during the day. He doesn't eat well. For a few days he was gobbling up solid foods, but now he's resisting them. Some days his digestive system seems to be working well. Other days he seems very uncomfortable. No sign of teeth yet, and most of my babies do teethe later, but something is bugging him. He keeps getting coughs and a runny nose. As soon as I think I've got him figured out and we have one smooth day, the next day there is something else making him unhappy. Quite frankly, it is embarrassing to me that with all my supposed experience, I seem to be incapable of managing this little person. He is quite partial to me, so maybe I'm doing something right in that he prefers me to anyone else. I guess that's something. I had really hoped he would get easier once he reached the sixth month mark. That does not appear to be the case. Elinor was a comparably unsettled baby until she was more mobile and independent, but at least she slept and ate well. I don't feel like I'm doing anything well with Peter.
Am I being melodramatic? I hope so and this isn't actually the reality.
A friend recommended a regular dose of Hyland's teething tablets. Anyone else have any experience with those? I am going to get a white noise machine today in the hope that that will help him sleep.
I'm not ready to let him cry it out at night. Mostly because he keeps getting sick and lots of crying will only exacerbate his discomfort. I'm sure that a lot of his unhappiness is his own sleep deprivation. I don't know that there is much to be done other than enduring this stage. How dreary that sounds.
Unfortunately for me, like someone who doesn't hold their liquor well, I don't handle lack of sleep very well. Can you say depression? I just don't see things clearly and things that don't normally bother me and aren't a burden, start to feel very heavy and overwhelming. For almost four years I have walked several mornings a week with my good friend. That has done wonders for my mental health to start the morning with exercise and talking. I'm finding it very difficult to get up and meet her with any regularity because of the rough nights with Peter. Lots of waking up and nursing.
So, BLAH. Whine, whine, boo-ho, woest me. This too shall pass and I'm sure we'll all be better for it. There. I'm done.
He is really cute. I really do love him. I'm very grateful to have him in our family.
It's been the lack of sleep talking-- talking very loudly. But our love for Peter will talk louder.