Why is it that kids get to do what every adult wants to do and adults get to do everything the kids want to? I would love to sleep for ten hours straight each night, take multiple naps and get fed a meal made just for me all throughout the day, Ezra however does not. This week we started on a few new adventures. Ezra's sleeping has been extra terrible this week. I know we have pretty much had visitors non-stop since his last surgery and another one coming tomorrow, which means he gets kicked out of his room, but it has been really bad. I spent somewhere around four hours Wednesday night holding an empty bottle in Ezra's mouth. (He can't have a pacifier, but clearly wants to suck on one, so his bottle has become his best friend.) He has ended up in our bed (which I swore I would never do) quite a few of those nights because we are both too tired to stand next to his crib for hours on end. So out of sheer desparation we decided to start
Ferberizing him. We originally planned to wait until the end of our guests, but we just couldn't hack it anymore. It is awful, but doable, and hopefully worth it. I felt like it was worse than surgery the first night, simply because you just have to let them cry for 5, 10 or 15 minute intervals. At least with all the crying going on post surgery I could attempt to comfort him. However, tonight (night 2) he fell asleep with less than five minutes of crying (partially because I'm pretty sure he was exhausted). Now lets hope he doesn't wake up twice in the night like last night.
After a short post-Ferber nap
Ezra snoozed a little more in his swing
while listening to lullaby's...what a life!
We also attempted a sippy cup on Wednesday and rice cereal tonight. Neither went over well, but not too bad. I'm just glad that he will be able to use a sippy cup after his next surgery, which by the way is scheduled for Oct. 5th. We thought he would have to be using a regular cup by then and a sippy cup will be so much better. I'm hoping that by next week Ezra will be checking on me as I sleep the night through, and spoon feeding me all day while I lay around and play with toys; but something tells me that is not going to happen.