Tobias cried last night when we put him in bed, stopped & then started again – an occurrence that we grew used to many months ago, but that he’d stopped doing a few weeks back.
We used the ‘cry-it-out’ method hoping he’d go back to sleep. After a while, we gave into guilt & self-loathing and realised that sleep was a seemingly lost hope.
We trudged upstairs, much like the ‘hi-hoing’ 7 dwarves, only less jolly & not swinging pick-axes and, instead, armed with a cup of juice & a coercive tongue, ventured into his room.
What greeted us was him laying flat on his back with one of his legs jammed between the bars in his cot. After that, I didn’t want to leave him alone.