(Sidenote: Don't Judge... We're not going private. Basketcase? Maybe;)!)
Jax is 7 months old. Crazy. He is the most wonderful, sweetest, cutest, awesomest, joyfulest, bestest part of my whole day. A combination of him and Landon... game over... don't even try to get my attention, because you won't get it. I'm all theirs and happily too.
Jax and I have traveled an awful lot in his short 7 months of life. Here is our itinerary
- November 23-27: Park City with the Woolfs
- December 17-January 1: My parents home for Christmas
- January 18-22: Arizona to Surprise Landon's mom
- January 25-29: Indiana to be with Johnny and Marie (Jax & I)
- We Moved to parents basement in Feberuary
- March 1-11: Arizona to be with the Landon's Siblings while parents went on a cruise (Jax & I)
- April 10-14: Indiana for second look weekend for medical school
- April 15: Chicago to visit Gary and help pick out a wedding ring for his amazing finance Jacqueline
- April 23-29: Texas to look at that medical school (We could NOT decide) (P.S. We got into The Ohio State University after we decided on Indiana. Really???? Ha :)... Oh well... we still decided on Indiana)
- We're moving right now... (Dont. Ask. Why ;)!)
- And... We will move to Indiana sometime in July
- traveled about 80 hours in the car
- been in 8 different states
- been on 7 different airplanes
- stayed in 6 different hotels
- stayed at 4 different homes
- lived in 3 diffenet places
- been a trooper a million and a million times over
So to get to the point. When I try to let Jax cry it out, there is always someone who gives me that look(or that noise)... that look... that look makes me feel like the worst mom in the whole world. Oh how I hate that look/noise. And how I wish I could just ignore it. Note to anyone that is around me while i'm letting my baby cry it out... don't tell me what you think... its already hard enough on me already. Believe me I hate it 100X more then you do... so keep youre mouth and even eyes if need be closed please. :) CAPEESH?
When I just go get him and feed him and put him back to bed, then he wakes up more at night. Every baby is different and every parent is different. There are books that preach the cry-it-out and books the preach the go and get. I asked my Dr. once what he thought about Jax's lack of sleep... his comment, "Once you become a mom... you'll never sleep again." Thanks Doc. My favorite Jenelle has helped me many of times, but Jaxson's situation is still so different. So.... I will keep trying. Trying to go off of what I feel. Some nights I feel like, "NOPE i'm not letting him cry." And other nights I feel like... "Sorry bud... I love you more then life, but you gotta do this one on your own."
Which... is why I wrote this post. I came home from the temple at 10:17 and of course Jax woke up. I fed him, but he wasn't having the going back to sleep thing, so I laid him in his crib at 11:00. I decided--after 2 melt downs--that I would just type it out. So I started typing at 11:25 and I believe at about the "BAjillion" he stopped crying ;)! So... phew. Thats all. Thanks for listening.
Tonight... Jax chose TO SLEEP :)!
Have a great Sunday