Overnight, everything that we've used to comfort Gwen since she was a tiny wee thing has become completely ineffective.
She hates the swing. Loathes the swaddle. And is incredibly offended by your suggestion that she eat.
Here's what last night looked like for us:
6-9pm: try absolutely EVERYTHING (short of brandy) to get Gwen to sleep.
9pm-12am: Gwen asleep in her crib.
12am: Gwen into bed with Mom for a feeding.
12:30am-2:30am: Gwen asleep.
2:30am: Gwen screaming bloody murder at the suggestion that she nurse.
2:30am-3:30am: Chris walks the floor with Gwen.
3:30am-5:30am: Gwen asleep in the swing.
5:30am: into bed for another feeding, then back to sleep.
7:00am: up for the day.
It took Chris and I three tries to do the math on how much sleep that adds up to, because we are so exhausted. And I can't remember the number and I'm not adding it up again. Suffice it to say, NOT ENOUGH.
This morning has been more of the same. She woke up at 7am and didn't go back for her nap until 11:45am.
I'm losing faith in the sleep training we had planned (which we haven't even started yet), because I realized that the step-by-step plans will take not only fortitude but patience and I am the most collosally impatient person I know. What was I thinking?
In the meantime I have NO IDEA what is up with Gwen, or the more apt Screamy McScreamypants. She screams whether or not she's in our arms, whatever we happen to be doing, no matter what we do to soothe her. I've never seen her like this. Six months is a little late for the onset of colic.