Zero napping, hour long jags of complete hysteria, and a bedtime so bad the neighbors probably thought we were trying to murder our child. That’s the day that followed our glorious yesterday. So am I still sustained by our one wonderful night? Ask me after a couple glasses of wine…
I am sorry! I remember feeling like progress would be made, and I’d start to feel under control, and then there’d be backsliding and I’d despair all over again. But overall, I think I felt like the trend was tending toward things getting easier, overall… the difficult things that come up later (and they certainly do–like teething pain) didn’t feel as completely overwhelming as did some of the early, early stuff… I hope it’s this way for you guys and Zekey. And I empathize with that feeling you have on a backsliding day 🙁 I promise there will be more like the glorious one!