Testing the Limits

Oh gosh, how fair is it that the week I declare my resolution to have a more controlled temper is the week that Landon decides to flip a 180 on his sleep behavior and develop a screaming habit? Seriously? Seriously. Seriously? Seriously.

Ever since our arrival back at home, our best little nighttime sleeper now screams and cries hysterically every time we say good night. Big time sobs. So we try the cry it out thing like usual since it's worked for a couple years with him now, but nope. Not for this phase at least. I say "phase" because I can only hope this is a phase, but something about it says this may be a long haul thing.

So we run through the checklist. Fresh diaper. Cup of water. Let him cry. Let him cry some more. Hug him. Let him know everything is okay. Light left on. Light left off. Door left open. Hugs. Door closed. Water? Let's try water again. He finally succumbs via exhaustion, but then this repeats around 3am every night. Hmm, if only there was something useful to help resolve this, like "words" or "communicating", alas he rather not say anything.

If this doesn't make me go off the deep end, I don't know what will.  I went through a similar mental breakdown process when Landon stopped napping at 16 months, instead screaming in his crib in defiance. I think that was one of the few times I started crying uncontrollably one day when Erik came home, stuttering between sobs that I didn't think I could handle it. I suspect that scene will replay within a few days time if I don't muster some strength and grace. Please toss a little prayer my way.

Until then, ibuprofen and baby snuggles recenter me.