Isaac is only 16 weeks old, and his sleep patterns are constantly changing. To comfort us through the especially bad times, we developed a mantra: every day is different.
A night where it took two hours of crying and bouncing for Isaac to fall asleep? Hey, no problem, every day is different, so tomorrow night will have to be an improvement. A night where Ike wakes up and wants to eat every two hours? No problem, every day is different. A night where he falls asleep readily in my arms, but awakens screaming the instant he is set down? Every day is different. But Isaac's sleep has been easy and regular for the past month, and I grew complacent: I forgot my mantra. More than that, I forgot my mantra cuts both ways.
Instead of expecting things to continue going well, I should have been reminding myself that it couldn't last.
As you might have gathered, last night was a hard one. But I have high hopes for tonight...
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