…I’m going to scream. And then punch someone square in the mouth. And then cry uncontrollably.
The naps have been going spectacularly. Ditto on bedtime. What hasn’t been going well, horrible in fact, has been the nights. It’s actually embarrassing how terribly Avery sleeps at night. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed because it’s just sleep, but I am. I’m embarrassed because of everyone I’ve spoken to and of every article I’ve read and of every message on every message board I’ve perused, Avery is the worst sleeper. In most cases, by far. And it’s embarrassing because I know it’s my fault.
I wasn’t lucky enough to have been blessed with a child who sleeps well naturally, but I’ve been too lazy to teach her how to sleep well. It took a good, solid two to three weeks to get the naps and bedtime on track. Two to three weeks of torture, stress, and guilt. I’ve avoided the night training because I couldn’t take another round of punishment, for me or her. The work I did do was well worth it but, God, I don’t know if I can handle the nights.
But I have to. I really, really have to. I’m going on ten months of being woken two to four times a night. She has never once slept through the night. From the information and experiences I have gathered, that’s…not good.
So tonight we begin. I’m not sure yet what we’re going to do, but we’re going to do something.
I predict a lot of screaming, hours of not sleeping, and that I eventually cave. I hope I’m wrong, but I doubt it.