Elias is killing me. Or at least trying to.
He is 8 months old, right? Born October 29, we’re now in July . . . Yup, 8 months old. So why, oh whyyyyy, is this kid still waking 3, 4, and 5 times a night?
Naptime is no problem. I even put him down for his nap this morning without nursing him to sleep. He’ll sleep for 1-1.5 hours in the morning and another 2-2.5 hours in the afternoon. Wonderful!
But come night time, forget it. He goes down around 8pm and is up by 11 for his first feeding. Then it’s awake again every 2 hours or so all night long. There was a night a couple of weeks ago where he was up every 1-1.5 hours the entire night.
And let’s not even mention having Chris soothe him back to sleep. Elias practically leaps out of his arms to cling to me. Or, more specifically, my boobs.
If he were my only child, I’d just suck it up and deal with it. But I’ve got three other kids to attend to all day long. And when I’m working on interrupted sleep, night after night after night, then waking early and working at home for 14 hours straight with no break? All while having to exude love, patience, peace, and energy and attending to every waking need for four small children all day, every day?
Help me, god. I don’t even know if this post is in English at this point.
Wish me sleep, people. I’m losing it over here!