Except I've been saying I can't cope for two and a half years now and I don't have any choice but to carry on anyway. He has always, always woken multiple times in the night every night and it has never got any better. We co slept for two years, which I hated. He woke me just as frequently and I couldn't sleep well with him wriggling around all night and I'd ache all over in the morning from lying so still not daring to move when he was actually asleep. But he is exactly the same now he's in his own room and now one of us has to get out of bed to go to him - all he wants is a cuddle and sometimes for us to retrieve his dummy and he falls back asleep straight away but it's so frequent, it feels like every time I fall asleep he drags me out of it. I have a stressful job and I'm exhausted. My memory and functioning during the day is in shreds. I'm slow and stupid and so, so angry all the time. I have a permanent headache.
We live in a tiny terraced house and have a five year old (who sleeps perfectly) and I don't see how we could try anything like controlled crying without waking him as well.
I just don't see an end to this. I wish away his childhood every day, desperate for him to be older so that even if he doesn't sleep it won't be my problem anymore. I love him so very much, but I have wished so many times that I hadn't had a second child - obviously I wouldn't be without him now but I have found life so difficult since he was born. I'm no good at the toddler stage anyway and the tantrums and relentless unreasonableness of a two year old just grind me down - I have so little tether remaining that I'm constantly at the end of it. My job is very hard work but I'm so relieved to go there and have actually increased my hours recently because I'd rather be at work than looking after my own child. If I could sleep, I could handle it. If he would just sleep, everything would be manageable.
He has a daytime nap most days - never, ever in his bed - always in the buggy or the sofa when he just conks out. I make sure he is awake by 3pm at the latest, usually before, and that he doesn't nap for more than two hours maximum in the day. There is no difference to his sleep at night that I have ever been able to discern whether he has the nap or not or however long it is. Don't bath him every night but always do his eczema cream (which he hates and screams and cries about), pjs, teeth, a million stories after about an hour of which he will fall asleep. Only falls asleep with one of us in the room, preferably he likes to be cuddling up to whichever of us has the misfortune to be doing bedtime.
I just keep thinking that it has to get better and it never does. I don't know what to do. I have elaborate fantasies of winning the lottery and buying a massive house where he can have his own wing and a team of night nannies who can bring him to me in the morning when I will feel like I can be a decent mother because I have slept all night every night and I feel like an actual human being again. In the event of that not happening, what can I do? Will controlled crying work or will it just wake up my other child and cause even more misery? We don't have any spare money but shall we get a sleep consultant somehow, using a credit card or something? I really can't carry on like this, except I will have to because there isn't any alternative.
(I have always indulged in that fantasy of a hospital stay so that I could have a break, by the way and I did get it, a few months ago. It was as joyous as I've always dreamed and after two weeks of lovely, uninterrupted rest I was like a new woman - so full of zest and energy and capable of everything. Unfortunately, that's just a distant memory now but it's depressing to realise that the best I have felt in two and a half years was when I was recovering from surgery).