So remember last week when I was convinced I was screwing Mike up because I wasn’t letting him cry it out when he was waking up hysterical in the middle of the night?
And remember all the things we tried to solve the random problem? Like buying a space heater and flannel sheets? Turning on white noise, turning off white noise, turning on talk radio, turning OFF talk radio, tushie pats, back rubs, formula, water, begging, pleading? None of those worked by the way.
So why was Mike waking up hysterical all of a sudden? Here is the conversation that went at our house on Friday morning.
Jackie (6AM): Holy crap! Mike slept all night! God is good!
S.: So what was different?
Jackie: I have no idea. None whatsoever.
(later in the day)
Jackie: His jammies didn’t have feet (to S. and his momma who was visiting)
Jackie: Last night. His jammies didn’t have feet. His feet are always covered in the footed jammies. They weren’t last night.
S: There we go!
Jackie: If we do the footless jammies and he sleeps all night again, I am going to be pissed.
(the next morning)
Jackie: Mike slept through the night. I am cutting the feet out of his damn jammies.
So my dear friends … 3 weeks of sleepless nights, a doctor’s visit, countless hours researching night terrors and sleep training and he just didn’t like his feet covered. Duh.
If I don’t laugh, I cry.