I’m ill and I hit a wall last night, LO cried himself to sleep
FTM to a 7 month old and feeling some immense mum guilt this morning.
I need to hear that I’ve not damaged our bond forever.
I’ve got the flu. To say I feel like crap is an understatement. I normally handle all night wakings and always have, mainly because I mostly feed back to sleep as it’s the easiest way to knock him out. He’ll be “awake” for 5 minutes and mostly transfer back to his crib easily. He normally wakes anywhere from 1-3 times a night, though did sleep through the night last week once for the first time.
He woke just after midnight which is typical for him and I fed him back to sleep so he was back down in under 10 minutes. I was beeegggging for that to be it for the rest of the night as I felt so shit, and every few nights he does manage a long 6-8 hour stretch after this point.
He did not. He was up again at half 3 and I have never felt so much like a zombie in my whole life. I just completely hit a wall. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe it’s 7 months of broken sleep (even if since the sleep regression past - which lasted 10 weeks - I sometimes get a decent stretch many others would dream of), the burden of handling nearly all the parenting because of EBF and maternity leave, on top of feeling really really unwell. But I just couldn’t physically move.
I could hear him escalating and still my instincts didn’t kick in to drag me out of bed. I just couldn’t do it. After a couple minutes it woke my husband up and he asked if everything was okay, and then he went to try and put him back to sleep.
My husband hasn’t put him back to sleep with any consistency since he was about 3-4 months old, so although he did settle in his arms he absolutely would NOT transfer. It was 40 minutes of intermittent screaming and my body just wouldn’t let me go back to sleep (even with headphones) knowing he wasn’t back to sleep yet.
I broke. I shouted to my husband to put him down and leave him. He contested a lot but I begged him saying I just couldn’t bear it anymore. This is where I should have just got up and intervened, fed him back to sleep. Why didn’t I??? My little guy then cried for the next 15 minutes and I just buried my head in my husbands arms waiting it out. Every second felt unnatural but I just couldn’t, and when my husband tried to go back I told him that if he went and got him the cycle would just start again, of rocking to sleep, failed transfer, and we’d just end up back here anyway. Obviously I can’t know if that’s true. I can’t believe I was justifying letting him cry himself to sleep. Once he’d cried for a bit and gone back to sleep he only woke up once more in the night, about 6am but was bending his knees and straining so could tell it was gas, which he worked out in under a minute and went back to sleep on his own, which is quite a typical early morning wake for him.
I feel so upset this morning. Like, broken. Everything I did last night was the wrong thing. He is obviously his normal self this morning. But I feel like I’ve damaged him. I never want him to feel like we won’t come to him when he’s upset, but not only did I refuse to go to him, I stopped my husband too, and justified my actions. I feel so incredibly horrible. I’m still unwell and have barely left the bed this morning, and thankfully my little guy is happily just playing with some toys in bed with me - we’ve forgone breakfast as I just cannot move. But every time I look at him I feel guilt. He’s got some dried snot under his nose from his crying. I feel broken and like I might have broken something in his brain too that I can never repair. Now if he sleeps well tonight, or in the future, if he starts sleeping through the night I’ll wonder if it’s because I left him to cry it out and it’s not that he isn’t waking, it’s that he knows there’s no point calling for me. I’m spiralling