Why have you betrayed me?!
After a nice run of 10 hour nights, we're back to crapsville at bedtime. We've hit the 26 week sleep regression and that, combined with seemingly endless teething, means no sleep 'til Brooklyn. For the past two nights Will's started crowing at - read and weep - 3 am. And nothing, nothing, nothing will get him back to sleep. Last night I rocked him for 45 minutes before throwing his diaper covered ass into bed. I even whipped out the boobs, I was so desperate. Luckily the fact that there's no milk doesn't seem to bother him; he just uses them like a pacifier. (Psst - hey, Will. That plastic thing I'm always trying to get you to take? PACIFIER!) Between 3 and 6 am he dozed for about 20 minutes, which is 20 minutes longer than I got. Sleeping with your baby seems like such a lovely, cuddly thing but now that Will has teeth the kid is part shark. I know he doesn't mean to bite - he's just too relaxed to keep his tongue in place - but waiting for the inevitable chomp makes sleep impossible. He bites, I jolt, he cries, I cry... Lather, rinse, repeat until 6 am when daddy takes over. Same goes for naps. The only thing keeping me afloat is the knowledge that this, too, shall pass. (Remind me to frame that and hang it above the crib.)
On the fun side, Will had his first taste of solid food the other day. I think his face says it all.