Nothing like a bit of sleep deprivation to bring me back down to earth. I must admit, I thought we were nailing this parenting thing pretty well... Noah is happy and doing everything a little blob should. He was waking up occasionally at night, but it wasn't bad, just what you'd expect from a [textbook] 4.5 month old. I was even thinking of overpopulating/blessing the world with dozens of similarly awesome Hunter Adams babies (in due time). Then the last few weeks happened, and I realized we were just lucky. Sure, we're trying our best, but the reality is that there's only so much we can do.
The last few weeks, we've been really busy trying to sell our condo/flat, and my day job has been busy, too. In the midst of this, or because of it, Mr Noah decided to start waking up every hour at night, and only taking a couple of 30 minute naps during the day. I manically re-ordered Elizabeth Pantley's books from the library (I need a safety blanket), and tried to fix the problem. Hehe. Hehehe. For a no-cry sleep solution, there was a fair bit of crying, so I think I was pushing too hard. I eased up. Anyways, apart from being really humbled, the Pantley No-Cry Baby Sleep Solutions have been really helpful and Noah finally went from grudgingly giving up his pacifier to not letting me even give it to him.
So my lesson has been to hold my views of parenting a little more lightly. I've also been really grateful for moments of sleep. And clean floors. Clean floors are a blessing.