Have you ever had one?

"A month," I mean? In February, we had "a month." Yes, I know we all shared this same month, but really, February was A MONTH!

At times I wondered if I would have a mental breakdown. Overreaction? Yes, but I was an 8-1/2 month pregnant woman running on 3 hours of sleep a night.

Halfway into February, Cameron woke up and would not go back to sleep and just cried and cried. Mark, being the wonderful husband he is stayed up with him for a long while until he fell back asleep then tried to put him back in bed. Immediate meltdown by the little man. By this point I'm saying we just let him cry for a while in bed to see if he'll calm down himself and go back to sleep. Fast forward some minutes later -we hear a big thump, run to see what's happened only to find Cam has thrown himself out of bed. (Don't worry, he didn't get hurt). Immediate meltdown by the big mama.

A couple nights of the same pattern and I decide to take him to Dr. Russel to see if there's anything wrong besides those pesky bottom molars coming in. Something like my angel sleeper being replaced by a demon child. Nah, he's healthy as can be, so I think the end is in sight-just get those molars in and he'll be right as rain. I get him home and put him down for a nap because neither of us has slept for a couple nights and he proceeds to have a meltdown and throws himself out of the crib again. The first time, I'm okay. I look in on him, he's standing in his room just fine. I wait outside his door to see what he does. Little man proceeds to have a meltdown, crawls back in his crib then throws himself back out (I'm not talking about climbing out here, folks). Big mama proceeds to have a meltdown-remember, 8-1/2 months and zero sleep. Mmm, I'm seeing a pattern here.

Well, it's determined that Cameron will not sleep in his crib without someone at least being in his room, so each night, we both give up and Mark pulls a mat in around 4:00 am and sleeps on the floor.

The next week, Mark leaves on a business related trip for the week. Let's just say that neither Cameron or I got any sleep at night or during the day for naps. WHAT? My empathy button is about broken and I'm ready to throw Cam out the window and run for the hills after a week of just us two. Finally, the day comes to go meet Mark in Salt Lake and spend a night with him in his hotel. The Cam Pattern continues and eventually we're able to get him to go to sleep in our bed (which before all of this he had never done before). Sorry to all those who like to share a bed with their kids, but being kicked in the front by a baby and kicked in the back by another just isn't my idea of paradise.

Anyway, after two and a half weeks, Cam finally pushed both molars through, but would not sleep through the night in his crib, and I could not leave him in there to put himself back to sleep because he so vividly proved that was not a safe option. We finally debated ourselves into moving him to a toddler bed the week before baby sister was to arrive, gearing ourselves up for another week of sleepless nights of sleep training.

So far, our prediction is thankfully off. He transitioned without a hitch and we have all been much more happy after enjoying a week of blissful sleep.

Here's to a new month and many more sleepless nights with a new baby. Hopefully fewer meltdowns by everyone involved. In between Cameron sleep-training me for a new baby, we did some of the following:

Don't let this angelic face fool you!

Everyone's still smiling

Mmmmm, brownies!

and...

Jello with a fork?

Grandma Wendy knew just what would cure demon childness. . .Daddy and a kite!

New Elmo pajamas can make anyone's night!

Thanks for reading, I know fully well many of you have all been here in my shoes! Isn't parenthood a joy and wonder? Ha. Really, though, I think it is; even more so after having "a month." Good news of the day, my empathy button was fixable.