Well....

Thanks to the two of you who actually commented. To everyone else: I'm surprised at you! You know, you can always post anonomously :) Anyway, last night was similar, although I tried to make him cry it out at 3:40 because, honestly, a kid that has eaten at 7:30, 10:40 and 1:15 can't really be hungry, right? The crying it out thing is a non-issue for me. I don't know if I'm mean, callous, cold, or just really tired, but it doesn't bother me. If I know he's not sick and that he's breathing just fine (wailing is a good indicator of that) then hey, cry away little man.

But here's the interesting part: my husband - the same one who can sleep through the full-volume monitor sitting 3 feet from his head - doesn't sleep well before big rides and, of course, was already sleeping like crap last night due to an upgrade ride today. So as soon as I make the decision that Wyatt's going to cry it out, dear husband starts tossing, turning, gets up to go to the bathroom, sighs and puts a pillow over his head. You have to be kidding me! NOW I feel guilty - AS IF THERE ISN'T ENOUGH MOTHER GUILT IN THIS WORLD ALREADY!!!! So I get up and end up feeding Wyatt, AGAIN, just so he'll go back to sleep. And here's the cherry on my guilt sundae: when I put Wyatt back to bed (because biting me is an indicator that he's finished eating), he's blowing fricking raspberries. So I go back to bed and Wyatt starts coughing (sticking your fingers waaaaayy back in your mouth can trigger that) and Jeff gets up to check on him. Novel concept - how about if you do that oh, say, any other night when your son isn't sleeping?! Then he comes back to our room, where I've gotten out of bed AGAIN because the guilt is in overdrive and reports, "he was coughing so I thought I should check on him." Right. Because I've been the mean mommy and have ignored our son's needs.

Can't a girl get a break? Yes, she can. This time we're going to see if it comes in the form of rice cereal. Despite my previous decision to wait until the 6 month mark (and really, to wait until after we've crossed the Pacific twice for the holidays), Wyatt will be getting to explore the world of solids very soon. I'll keep you posted. The upside to all of this is that Wyatt woke up at his old time today (7:20) with a smile on his face and actually hung out in his swing so I could take a shower. We're now enjoying our morning routine and he'll be going down for his first nap very soon. I think we're on the road to recovery :)