I want to cry.
Thad is upstairs.
Before this random bout of illness, Thad was the.best. at going to bed. We'd get home from work and daycare, eat dinner, play, take a bath, brush his teeth, read, cuddle/rock, and down he went. He even said, "nigh, nigh" every night. Best I tell ya. I LOVED this time of day.
And then shit hit the fan.
I pretty sure I dug myself the hole. Saturday and Sunday morning I let him lay in bed with me after he woke up for the day. He was still tired and didn't look all that awake - sure enough, he fell back asleep in my bed for a few hours. Score!
Or so I thought.
Sunday brought the fever and an ER visit.
Sunday night was eh, so-so. He was still running a fever so he was given lots and lots of cuddles.
Monday night was HELL. At 1:30 AM (and after fighting off and on for a few hours) I gave up. Into my bed he went.
The tv was on (Food Network - because you know I need that late at night...lol.). We watched TV for a bit, but when he sat up I turned it off. "tv? tv?" Um, no. Bedtime.
3:30 AM - he was asleep. I couldn't sleep thinking I was going to roll on him or he was going to roll off the bed. I picked up ever so gently and put him back in bed.
WAHHHHHH! 10 minutes later he was awake and pissed as ever.
I gave up (again) and let him in bed with me for the night.
He slept five hours. (aka Mama slept five hours.)
Tuesday night. Oh boy, we fought off and on for about 45 minutes, but he did pass out by 7 something.
AND then woke up at 10:15. We fought from 10:15 - 12:45. It sucked. I waited the 10-15 minutes, went back in, picked up blankets and burp cloths and Scout, left. Vicious cycle. Then at about midnight, we rocked. For 30 minutes. He was pretty much asleep, even had that super relaxed limp limbs thing going on. Put him back in bed AND WAHHHHHHH! Immediately he starts screaming.
I was pissed, crying, at my wits end.
I sat in my room and just yelled, "Thaddeus! No. It's time to go night, night. No! Night, night." Apparently, I must have had that "don't mess with mama tone" because 6 or so minutes later he was finally asleep.
And tonight. Tonight I'm ready to bawl.
We're going on an hour right now of just throwing a tantrum. He was in the best mood, even walked up the stairs by himself, let me give him his meds, brush his teeth, etc. The moment I laid him down - WAHHHHH!
I don't know what to do. Please. Someone help me!