Tate had a rough go of it last night. He fought my every effort to put him down. He wouldn’t nurse, he wouldn’t be soothed. After hours of effort, we finally gave him two ounces of formula (not enough to fill him up, just enough to calm him down). I was then able to nurse him and put him down. Two hours late, but at least he was down.
He then felt the urge to get up before 7AM, when he usually gets up after 8. I have one exhausted boy on my hands.
He has spent the majority of the day curled up on my lap sleeping, and I plan to let him. The last thing I need is an overtired baby on my hands.
Here’s to a better night of sleep tonight!