Google "four month sleep regression" if you want to understand what fresh hell I am living through right now.

S., a formerly champion sleeper, is now waking up a gajillion times a night to eat. He slept soooooooo gooooooood when we went to Texas (oh, and he did fucking awesome on the flights--thank you, breastfeeding, even though you are a pain in the ass). He slept eight hours a night for like three nights in a row.

And now? He will. not. sleep. Unless we co-sleep.

I know, I know, I knowiknowiknow. It's dangerous, I'm setting a bad precedent, blah blah blah. But I feel like it's more dangerous to breastfeed sitting up, then put him back in his sleeper, because a) I fall asleep while feeding him, and I'm afraid he could roll out of my arms and onto the floor; and b) because he wakes up and cries the instant I set him down in the sleeper and we need to fucking sleep some time.  Also, when we do co-sleep and my boob happens to fall out of his mouth, he wakes up and cries.

So that's what we've been doing the last several nights. I feel awful about it. (But I admit I also really enjoy the snuggling. Especially since I've gone back to work this week. Yeah, I buried the lead. More on that later.)