I Sleep. She Sleeps. We Sloped.

Down a Slippery Slope of Sleep Regression

I wish the title were true, but I can count on two hands and one foot how many times I slept while she did in the past [almost] 11 months. Most of these counted times being when she was still wrinkly and peeling between her toes. I’ve had conversations with other moms, young and old, with the same takeaway: sleep will never be the same. I’ve been thrown advice from left, right, up and down about how to train her to sleep like an adult (which is pretty unrealistic, mind you). Today’s attempt included a warm bowl of wasted oatmeal. Granted, I tried to give it to her after she’d already fallen asleep twice. I’ll try again tomorrow.