The rational side of me knows I should just let him cry. And I do, but twenty minutes is about all I can handle in one sitting before I go in and either flip him back to his stomach (he REALLY likes to flip on his back and get the lungs going) or get him up to try again later. Is it the stuffy nose preventing him from sucking his thumb which is his usual go-to method for falling asleep? Is it some magic six month issue where all he wants to do is play and hang out with me? Is it just a few days of this and then he'll go back to some semblance of a normal schedule? I have never had such a hard time figuring something out. Hell, college statistics was easier than this.
Anyone who thinks this mom gig is a walk in the park better change their tune. This is harder and more intense than any other job I have ever had...and a million times more rewarding. I raise my glass to my own mother for doing this job and for doing it so well, even now when her kids are almost all grown and (relatively) independent. Being a mother is a never-ending job. Too bad we don't get paid in real cash money because we would be so damn rich.