Sleep? Huh?

So, for whatever reason, our adorable bouncing baby (ok, toddler) boy has decided he doesn't want to sleep. When Shane doesn't sleep, no one sleeps (ok, except for the dogs).

It started last week. Chris was working his 3rd 12 hour shift of the week and Shane got up at 10:15, screaming. Crying. Miserable, miserable, someone is attacking me, crying. I cried along with him. I guess that's what happens when you become a parent. When your child is crying, and you don't know how to make it better, you just join the cry-fest yourself. I did finally get him back down that night, at 1:11am.

Now napping has never been one of Shane's strengths, but the last two weeks, he's decided that a one, or one and a half hour, nap should suffice. And I suppose it would if he would go to sleep at 7:30 and then sleep his usual 11 hours without waking. But that's not the case. 7:30, still awake. 8:00, still awake. 8:30, still awake. 9:00, finally sleeping. For now.

Last night he decided he wanted company again in the middle of the night. He "called" for us at 2:00am. Luckily, a bottle did the trick and we had him back down at 2:30.

Having a 15 month old wake in the middle of the night is, in a way, worse than having a newborn. We got through that phase just fine. The wakings were expected. And for the most part, we were prepared. Then he started sleeping through the night. And we got used to it. And we liked it. And now waking up is rough. Very rough. But we do it, because we're his parents. And that's what parents do.