Waa-Aaa!

Nathan woke up at 4:30 this morning.  He wanted to nurse and go back to sleep.  However, when the whole cry-it-out sleep-through-the-night thing was established I made 5 in the morning the earliest I would nurse.  If he woke up before then, he stayed in the crib and got a sippy cup of water.  Most nights he wakes up at around 5 or 5:30.  But then he goes through cycles of waking up a little earlier and a little earlier.  I know he can't tell time, but his body's internal clock is testing my resolve.

So I let him cry, offered him the sippy cup, and he laid down in deep disappointment when I didn't pick him up.  He was falling asleep, when I crept toward the door.  Our floor upstairs has some terrible creeks!  He woke up full blast mad as I slipped through the doorway.  I let him cry for awhile and repeated this process.  I know that he didn't actually need anything.  So at 5:30, I finally nursed him, and he was out like a light.  And up for good at 6:30.

And he has been so clingy!  The last week or so, he has cried these long loud cries if I am not holding him (while standing).  So he's been crying quite a bit, because I won't and can't hold him that much.  And by the time Jon comes home, and Nathan is crying on my leg as I cook dinner, I'm ready to climb walls!  When Jon walked in the door yesterday, Nathan quit crying, crawled over to him and Jon picked him up.  He was as pleasant and happy as could be so Jon couldn't understand what I meant by him "crying all afternoon."

Teething?  Who knows.  That always seems to be the question, but rarely turns out to be the cause.  Okay, and appropriately, he is crying at my knee as I type this wanting me.  Got to go.