It is 4 AM. Scribble is over seven months old and has successfully slept through the night many times. But not tonight! Tonight he’s up– for the second time since his 7:30 bedtime. I let him cry for a bit, then nudge my husband awake. “Should I go to him?” I ask. He considers for a minute, then says, “I don’t know. I’ll let you decide. I have to get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow is a busy day for me.”

I understand his perfectly reasonable request, but still I can’t help but be frustrated.  My mommy guilt is hitting me hard. If I had to get up and be at work tomorrow morning, we’d have finished sleep training when we started, nearly three months ago. But after a month of inconsistent results, it just became easier for me to go to him. I don’t have to be anywhere in the morning, I’d reason. I can stay up with him and sleep when he naps.

Eventually he started dropping feedings, and finally sleeping through. But most nights he still wakes up at least once. I know he doesn’t need it, and that I am contributing to his problem, but I feel it is my job to go to him — I’m the at-home parent, which means I’m perennially on the night shift.

But being on the night shift has its downsides, even when you’re not expected at an office in the morning. It is difficult to be productive on only 4 hours of unbroken sleep. Dishes go undone and laundry unfolded. The months-long adrenaline rush that accompanies a baby’s arrival is starting to fade and being fatigued is now just a part of my personality. I heard last week on NPR that lack of sleep can result in your body producing improperly folded proteins. Perhaps that’s why I can’t seem to find energy or enthusiasm for basic tasks, much less more complicated endeavors like outings or crafts.

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Some days, when Scribble hasn’t slept well the night before, I can’t do much more than to grab pillow off the couch and lay on the floor, watching him while he plays. I’m thankful for the grandparents who, ironically, have energy to bounce and play with him at warp speed. I work part-time, and while my job only requires 6-10 hours a week,  the majority of that work is done at home. If I sleep during his nap, I have to work while he is up, which makes me feel awful! No wonder my kid is already captivated by an iPad; I can’t help but have it out during his waking hours so I can check work email or prepare lesson plans.

And the naps never feel good anyway. I wake up groggy, unable to focus, and feel pretty low about being the only adult who routinely sleeps during the day.

The fact is, transitioning from careerist to SAHM has been difficult for me. I love being at home with my baby, but it often feels unnatural. I am an extrovert by nature, and always want to remain busy. I need sleep in order to tackle the minutiae of daily life as an at-home parent.  But getting so little sleep makes it hard for me to maintain a daily routine, and it exacerbates my negativity. Just because I can stay up all night doesn’t mean it is ideal for my mental or physical health.

So tonight, I shut my door and let him cry it out. In about twenty minutes he’s snoozing again.  But not me. I listen to him cry and once he is asleep, my mind invents new cries to hear.

As an at-home-parent did you feel guilty sleep training?