Since he turned 4 months, Jack's sleep had regressed from 5-6 hours (first sleep) to 3 hours and last night, 1-2 hours.
He even rejected the pacifier I attempted to give him to coax him to sleep. In the end, only the boob would do. I relented.
Fortunately, thanks to the supportive hub and my wonderful parents, I can still work by day with a clear mind.
It's just that from around 9.30pm I turn into a zombie all through the next morning.
The quest for solutions begin. I plan to hit Borders later to check out more parenting books.
He is delightfully happy today playing with Grandpa, giggling and laughing as I type this. He was quite happy to play by himself, under our watchful eyes.
He's started on bananas this week and seems to really love it. I let him eat on his own and despite the mess, he's pretty skilled with feeding himself. :)
At the end of the day, despite the zombie-inducing sleep deprivation, it's still an unparallelled joy waking up next to his curious face peering at me and then a smile.
