I can totally understand how sleep depravation is a form of torture and if baby R wasn’t so utterly adorable I’d be seriously wondering what I’d done to deserve such a battering. As I type I’ve got the hopeful sense that we’ve just got over the worst of the 4 month sleep regression, to which the only medicine & saving grace was being greeted by his gummy grin every morning.
I follow the Wonder Weeks to track any developemental leaps Baby R goes through and we were armed and ready for the dreaded leap 4 (a titanic 31 fussy days) but nothing prepared us for the sleep regression.
I’ve had 2 poor sleepers already and felt we’d cracked it finally with number 3 but after sleeping through (the official line is 5 hour stretches which we achieved a few times) Baby R decided he needed to check in with me and fill up every 1 -2 hours.
As an eternal optimist I’ve been trying to focus on all the amazing things he’s accomplished in the last 25 days rather than fret on the extra wrinkles and bags I’ve aquired!
1 he’s now grabbing his toes
2 he can roll to his side
3 lots of giggles at play time
4 splashing in the bath with his hands
5 sticking his tongue out trying to copy raspberrys
We’re still, however, working on the no cry car journey.
With love from lovely Devon