Before I had children I had no idea what it was like to be tired. I thought babies slept, you know, like normal humans.
Of course, I was wrong.
I read books; I read web sites; I asked doctors; I asked every friend I had; I cried; I prayed; I begged.
I kept schedules; I bounced; I rocked; I swayed.
Still both of my children preferred to sleep in my arms (Charlie for naps) or in my bed (Jack at night).
Charlie grew out of it and goes to bed happily and sleeps great through the night. He even ASKS to take a nap. He still wakes up before the crack of dawn, but he will stay in his bed and plays, so I am happy.
Jack, oh Jack. He just feels he needs to be with me.
But last night we had a break through.
After attempt number five (from 1:45 am to 3:00 am) I finally got him back to sleep in his crib.
So for the first time in ten months and twenty days I woke up in my bed, next to my husband, and no baby.