Last night Veda woke twice, and Linus woke three times. It was a "good" night for us.
It's been a year since I slept all night. That's not counting pregnancy sleep disturbances.
On the days after a "good" night (i.e., a night where I feel like I've completed at least one sleep cycle), I can laugh about it.
On the days after a bad night, sure, I'm pretty cranky about it. Desperate middle-of-the-night utterings of "I can't do this anymore" have been made. Still, you know what? I keep doing it.
But here's the point of this post: It isn't my fault.
Maybe you disagree, but hear me out. I've read many sleep books. I've read practically every bit of baby sleep information available on the internet. And I've tried everything I felt I could do in good conscience. Here's the conclusion I've come to:
I can do my best to lead the babies to sleep, but that's all I can do.
It isn't my fault.
It may not seem like a big deal to you, but that little revelation was a BIG DEAL around here. Giving in to that idea meant that I got to stop feeling guilty about some mistaken idea that I was depriving my children of the sleep they need to grow. It meant that I got to stop the pointless research that wasted time I could have spent doing something enjoyable. It meant that I got to stop feeling like a failure.
So, Internet People, some kids aren't good sleepers. You do what you can do, and that's what you can do.