First of all, I love him dearly. He is the apple of my eye, the best thing that's ever happened to me, blah blah.
But he's a stubborn little sod! Bed time comes around, he's shattered, he's had a fun day with social interactions, quiet time, quality time with both parents, fresh air, exercise, a good 2 hour nap late morning (he's an early riser) and sometimes a quick 30-60 mins mid afternoon to get him to the end of the day. This amounts to the recommended 12-14 hours.
Still, he lays in my arms staring at me and does EVERYTHING in his power to avoid sleep. Twitches his fingers, waffles his legs, pokes himself in the eye, pulls his hair or mine, sometimes slaps himself, to keep himself awake. Usually quietly, he doesn't seem upset at all. He has a dummy and a comforter that he fiddles with. Sometimes these get thrown. When he throws things he usually giggles. Quite often he's half asleep; eyes half closed, breathing slow and heavy. So why won't he go the fuck to sleep???!!!
It can take an hour or more. It pushes my patience to it's boundaries and drives me completely batshit. I sometimes have to put him in his cot and walk away, even though I know he'll cry, just to get out of the room for 2 mins and calm down.
We tried some gentle sleep training at 8 months bush to get him to self settle and it worked well. But every time he's ill or routine gets disrupted in the slightest way, it's back to square one. It's like she spots a chink in my armour of consistency and exploits it as best he can. I know, he's a baby. But I swear he's canny! The older he gets the more stubborn he gets and the more sleep training is impossible without full on fits of rage, which I feel uncomfortable with.
He wakes up at 5ish most days so by the time it gets to 7pm frankly I'm ready to drop.
I work too, part time. This hasn't been an issue as my old job was fairly flexible but I start a new one Tuesday that will be a lot more demanding (and rewarding) and I don't know how I'm going to keep my shit together if this carries on.
Sorry for the rant. I don't know what I want really. Just a bloody good sweary moan about my pain in the arse bundle of joy.