Handsome has always been a poor sleeper. We should have let him continue to sleep when he was a newborn, but the pediatrician stressed he should eat every three hours. This kid took to that schedule and then some, demanding feedings every two hours until he was on solids. There have been less than 10 nights since he was born where I have gotten more than 7 hours of sleep, and a couple of those were negotiated by me with Mower, who seems to think Handsome won't eventually calm down by himself so I absoutely must be there to comfort the spoiled little thing. Can you tell I am a little annoyed at Handsome's sleeping habits? I feel like I can't concentrate on anything other than tv or surfing the web, things that require very little brain activity by me. My businesses are still suffering from my lack of attention and concentration, and I certainly haven't lost a damn pound or gotten into a habit of exercise. I am always waiting for the magic moment where I will go to sleep at 10 and wake up at 7:30, and not have heard a peep out of Handsome. I don't think it's a great thing to let babies cry it out, but I am at the point where I know Handsome is just frustrated with not getting what he wants--me--and is going to freak out no matter if I am in the room or not. He'll never learn how to sleep without stroking my arm unless I make a drastic change. The gradual change isn't working, because I am so exhausted that I will do whatever I can sometimes to just get 5 minutes of rest, even if that's pulling him into bed with me and having his knees in my back all night. I hope I can get through the next few days, because the past week has been rough, and I am going to let him throw his fits and tire himself out. I hope this won't cause him to feel less loved or neglected, but if he wants his mom to be functioning and loving, I have to get some damn rest. And then I can work on everything else.