Sleep. You tricky bastard you.
We went back to swaddling. I had too. Poor B just wasn't getting it, wasn't napping, therefore I wasn't napping, cleaning, blogging, working....I wasn't doing anything. So we swaddle. I guess my little man just loves being wrapped up tight. Did I cause this? During pregnancy were my pants too tight or something?
So now naps are back on track. Lovely. However there was a new beast in town. The feeding breast, I mean beast....I guess my breast is the beast.
Once I moved B into his nursery I fell into a bad habit of sticking my boob in his mouth whenever he woke up at night. I guess it was just the quickest, easiest way to get him back to sleep. It worked...well it worked to my DIS-advantage. He began waking up more and more often to eat. Pavlov's dog theory? Quit possibly.
So I began getting less and less sleep at nights. Which meant more and more naps needed during the day. No good.
So I am back to a different form of sleep training: Weaning him off of night feedings. I am happy to say that after a week of paci, feed, feed, feed; Paci, paci, feed, feed; Paci, paci, paci, feed; Last night was only paci, paci, paci. No feed until morning. 12 hours of sleep/paci and no food. I call that "getting the hang of it."
So for now we're on the right track. I might eventually have a toddler that needs swaddled and a paci strapped to his head at nights, but at least he will stay in his crib a whole 12 hrs!