Here it is "midnight 30" and I'm up with Jamey who still isn't sleeping that well.
We thought it was teething and gave him motrin.
We thought he was hungry and gave him cereal and fruit.
We thought he needed more milk and I nursed more often.
We thought the food was giving him gut rot and we quit the food and I nursed even more.
We thought it was habit and let him cry.
No matter what we do or try, this boy wakes up every three hours. I'm going crazy and am getting a bit weary.