My lack of sleep has a new name- reversed sleep cycles. What I once thought was simply Jackson "forgetting" how to sleep through the night is actually his cunning plan to nurse as much as possible while avoiding bottles at all costs. During the day while he's with my mom or Jamie he eats just enough to get him through the day and as soon as I arrive he pounces, literally. He is definitely my boob man, nursing the entire night, usually every hour-and-a-half to two hours. Happiness for him and sleepiness for me. I guess that's one of the drawbacks of nursing, but I still refuse to give it up. I worked long and hard to make breastfeeding work and I'm willing to deal with this obstacle too. The unfortunate part is that I think it's definitely leading to some full-scale depression on my part. Hardcore sleep deprivation interferes with basically every aspect of your life, especially your mood. I have become incredibly negative as of late but I've noticed that when I receive the unexpected gift of a nap here and there all of a sudden my mood dramatically improves as do my coping skills. So I've come to the conclusion that more sleep=happiness for all those involved. My one purpose in life this summer is to get Jackson on a schedule and get him to sleep as much as possible at night. I can not go through the next school year on as little sleep as I've been getting. So I've checked out literally every book on infant sleep there is at the library and I plan on rolling up my sleeves and digging in as soon as this week's over. Wish me luck!