It has been four days.
And I'm on the verge. On the verge of totally and completely losing it.
The line between sanity and insanity is starting to blur.
But let me start at the beginning.
As I have mentioned before, Claire struggles to sleep. And every time we develop a trick to lull her to sleep, she outsmarts it.
First, it was the swing.
Then the binky.
Then the blanket.
I really thought the blanket was the key. I was sure that was the one thing she had been missing— something to snuggle with.
It lasted nine days. Nine glorious days. She would pull that blanket up to her face and within minutes she was lights out.
But last week, it stopped working.
Which coincided with her getting a virus and a sore throat, which I'm positive made the whole mess even worse. She now refuses to sleep. No swing. No binky. Especially no blanket. And it's not that she isn't tired. Because you can tell she's tired. Between every wail is a yawn and heavy eyelids.
We're now on Day Four. Four days of a sick, exhausted, crying baby.
This morning she woke up at 6:15 a.m. We ate, we burped, we tried to sleep. Six hours later, she had not slept a wink and had resorted to just full on screaming.
I was at my wits end. I strapped them in, loaded them up and hit the road.
Oh, and I know all the advice about not using a crutch to get your baby to sleep. Because then she will always need it. And I wholeheartedly agree with said advice.
But when your baby is crying because she hasn't slept in six hours and and you're crying because your baby is crying and Grace is crying because, well, she feels left out, you're willing to try anything.
By the way, this parenting thing is freaking hard.