If you’ve read any of my posts about Fuzzball since he turned four months, or any of my posts on sleep-training on my personal blog, you know that I haven’t had a decent night of sleep in years. I’ve read a million books, tried a billion techniques, some of which even worked for a little while, but I still have a toddler who wakes up at least once in the night, and a five month old who wakes up more times than I care to admit to the interwebs, but I’ll add that he still has a horrible cough I’m pretty sure is contributing to his nightwakings at this point.
Part of the reason I’ve concluded any sleep training hasn’t stuck in my house is because the husband is not 100% on board with it. I’ve done it while he was away (with the help of my mom who diligently held my hand through the cries–the Shnook’s and my own), but then as soon as T came home from whatever business trip he was on, we fell into old patterns again. I FULLY BLAME HIM. Apparently, this is a common phenomenon.
Actually, of late, Shnook sleeps wonderfully when we co-sleep, but I can’t sleep at all in a queen bed with a 5 month old infant and a 2 ½ year old and a 6 foot 1 inch snoring grown-up. Which is why lately, we’ve been playing musical beds in our house. In an effort to get as much sleep as possible, I sleep alone in the guest room until Fuzz wakes up to feed, then go back to sleep in the guest room until Shnook wakes up, then go sleep with Shnook in his bed until Fuzz wakes up again, and then I go to sleep in my own bed with Fuzz while T goes to sleep with Shnook until they wake up at 6 and we get up anywhere between 7 and 8. Sounds complicated, no? Seriously, I get more sleep this way AND Fuzz wakes up fewer times than when we co-sleep all night.
Jenny Anderson, co-author of the new book Spousonomics, wrote a post about how she is leaving her house while her husband sleep-trains her four month old. I think it’s a great idea, and I am seething with jealousy.
I know eventually my babies will sleep and in the grand scheme of life, it’s all a drop in the bucket. But boy, 8 straight hours is looking really delicious right about now, and some nights I’d be willing to do just about anything to make it happen.