Milestones are supposed to be a source of pride for parents, but right now at 4:17 in the morning all I can think of is "Holy crap Oliver why did you learn to roll over?"
Both my kids were early rollers, rolling from tummy to back before they were 4 weeks old. Go them! It's not going to get them into a better college, but it's still a small source of pride. Zoe followed a more traditional path of going back to tummy at 6 months, but Oliver took the plunge at 3 1/2 months. Now at 4 months he's stopped dabbling in the roll, and has taken it into the crib with him. There's just one small problem: He's not entirely sure how to sleep on his stomach. He's confused, he's scared, he's frustrated, he's having complex emotions thrust onto him by his tired mother, you get the idea. Essentially he can't figure it out. We flip him onto his back, he goes right back to his stomach and cries. Dr. Jena (shout out for Boulevard Pediatrics!) told me to let him cry it out because he has to figure it out for himself. I agree and that's what we've been doing, but it is so sad.
Zoe had an angry cry. Even at the depth of her crying she still just sounded pissed off. Oliver, whenever he cries, sounds as if his cat was just run over by the person who told him there was no Santa Claus on the day everyone forgot his birthday. Needless to say, it is a pitiful and heartbreaking cry. And it's even worse at 3 a.m.
I know with sleep training it gets a little better each night, and I'm crossing my fingers that tomorrow night is better for him, and for us.
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