Last night, Chubbs demonstrated to me that he already knew how to tell time. He woke up crying at 12, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7am. I don't know why he was upset, and it was heart-wrenching to watch.
He was inconsolable except when nursed. It took roughly 30-min each time to comfort him and lay him back down to sleep. By then, I only managed to catch less than 45-min of rest before I was woken again. Don't think I had any deep sleep at all. Believe this interruption of sleep was a popular form of torture during the 70's?
"I'm sorry, mommy..."
