We made it. Here is the rundown:
7:30pm bathtime
8:00pm bed
9:00pm woke up crying and standing in crib, cried for 35 minutes(I was so close to going in and holding him...those were the longest minutes of my life)
10:30pm woke up crying for 5 minutes
2:56am woke up and cried for ten minutes
6:36am woke up for the morning
This is where things started to get out of whack. I nursed him and there was ALOT of milk because I didn't feed him at night. He just kept drinking and I noticed that he had a little bit of a runny nose. I cancelled our play-date due to the runny nose and went on with our morning. Well, an hour after I fed him he vomited all over me and all over himself twice, my thoughts ran wild and guilt rushed in. I immediately thought that he ate too much too fast and it upset his stomach so I stripped him down and we both hopped in the bath and I cradled him in my arms. Almost instantly he fell asleep. So I splashed the warm water on him and got him toweled off and went downstairs. I had him wrapped in a soft towel and didn't bother with the diaper because he was sleeping so I just held him and let him nap. When he woke up he didn't want to be put down so I strapped him in the ergo we went for a walk to Starbucks. I figured the fresh air would do us good, or me good so I could clear my mind and get some perspective. When we got back home the diarrhea started and my heart sunk. I called the doctors office and we went in. The virdict? He has a cold and we just have to ride it out. This means that there will be no sleep training for at least a week. This means that the torture of last night was all for nothing because I'll just have to start over! I hope tomorrow Sully feels better and more himself. Right now he's snuggled up in his crib but you can bet as soon as I hear a peep from him I am going in and calming him down tonight.
~Megan
This is where things started to get out of whack. I nursed him and there was ALOT of milk because I didn't feed him at night. He just kept drinking and I noticed that he had a little bit of a runny nose. I cancelled our play-date due to the runny nose and went on with our morning. Well, an hour after I fed him he vomited all over me and all over himself twice, my thoughts ran wild and guilt rushed in. I immediately thought that he ate too much too fast and it upset his stomach so I stripped him down and we both hopped in the bath and I cradled him in my arms. Almost instantly he fell asleep. So I splashed the warm water on him and got him toweled off and went downstairs. I had him wrapped in a soft towel and didn't bother with the diaper because he was sleeping so I just held him and let him nap. When he woke up he didn't want to be put down so I strapped him in the ergo we went for a walk to Starbucks. I figured the fresh air would do us good, or me good so I could clear my mind and get some perspective. When we got back home the diarrhea started and my heart sunk. I called the doctors office and we went in. The virdict? He has a cold and we just have to ride it out. This means that there will be no sleep training for at least a week. This means that the torture of last night was all for nothing because I'll just have to start over! I hope tomorrow Sully feels better and more himself. Right now he's snuggled up in his crib but you can bet as soon as I hear a peep from him I am going in and calming him down tonight.
~Megan
