That theory that eventually after a handful of days kids get used to the idea of sleeping and stop crying? Rubbish. Harry has been doing this for weeks now and it's not getting any better.
The night before last G put him down as usual and he screamed hysterically. So hysterically infact , that he worked himself up into such a state that he projectile vomited everywhere. After cleaning him up we put him back into bed and he once again screamed, then realised that if he cocked his leg over the bar he could GET OUT OF BED. When I say *get*, I mean fall with a huge thump onto the wood floor. Disaster. HUGE DISASTER.
I am so not ready for him to be done with his cot yet, I like the prison concept.... he's in there, he can't get out, he will go to sleep. I'm not ready for him to trot up and down the hallways 10293810298 times and refuse to go to bed. He's too young. He doesn't understand that he has to go to bed.
G argued that he could hurt himself climbing out so we got a bed that had been offered to us from a friend, a train bed, and installed it in his room wondering if he would like it and go to sleep in it. After an hour or so of lying with him in it and him arsing around we gave up and put him back in his crib. He screamed, obviousy. But, thankfully, didn't climb out and went to sleep an hour or so later (despite the best efforts of Phenergan).
God knows what to do with him.
Oh, and he woke at 3am, screaming. We put him in bed with us and he went back off. We carried him back to his room. He woke up again at 6 crying, but went back to sleep. Then again at 7 and he got up.
This is tough.
Posted by katie at July 20, 2006 11:55 AM