It’s 10:26 p.m. when I hear the whimpering sounds coming from the monitor.
“No, not again,” I say to myself. I reluctantly turn toward the screen, and sure enough, he’s awake. I had just spent nearly two hours trying to put my son to sleep, clearly to no avail. It had consisted of a series of light patting, singing and rhythmic shushing. And when that didn’t work, it was followed by 40 minutes of nestling him back to sleep in my arms.
At nearly 9 months old, my son is a shitty sleeper. Continue reading “Internal Arguments”



