Liam's 5th tooth broke through on Saturday or Sunday. So I thought we were over the hump of hard core teething for another little while. His nasty cough hasn't eased and neither has the drainage coming out of his cute button nose.
Two Frustrating things:
1.That being said, last night was a monster of a night! I actually made my way up the stairs at the early hour of 11pm to hit the hay (unheard of for me). I took the first step upstairs and heard Liam start to fuss. DANG IT!
My house, myself, Liam's toys, Liam's clothes are all being slimed during his waking hours. Slime is everywhere! It's frustrating for him to get his nose wiped over and over and it's frustrating for me to have to keep torturing him.
So the slime is a combo of nose drippings and drool. Weaning Liam from the pacifier was a good idea until the puddles restarted. I keep that binky in to reduce the slime factor lately. Why he needs a binky to help him swallow the added saliva... I have no idea, but it works.
His sleep schedule was looking bright before a week and a half ago. He made it to 5:30am and 6:30am with no feedings. Now he's back to the newborn stage. I HATE THAT! It's a lot of work to get a tiny boy trained to sleep correctly AND THEN to have it all go to pot because of pain and being miserable just isn't fair! To him or to the mama!
I spent the longest 60 minutes comforting my crying baby while NOT picking him up. I knew he wasn't hungry, I new he wasn't in pain either. So I thought it would be fine to start the sleep training process again. There were 4 occasions where I thought I was in the clear to lay my weary head on a pillow... He was asleep, he was gone, he wasn't doing those recover-from-crying hiccups anymore... So I would quietly make my way out or even just think about leaving the room those 4 times and his head would pop back up and start the process again. At midnight I was too exhausted to verbally comfort him anymore. I had to pick him up and nurse him to sleep. Then repeat this every 2 hours until 7:30am.
He sat up in his crib at 7:30am, and when he saw me, he sat there and clapped his tiny hands over and over... At the time, that didn't amuse me as cute as it was. Applause didn't seem appropriate for the occasion. What seemed appropriate was more sleep...
At least he took a morning nap today... Naps have gotten screwed up too lately.