My boys have the rooster gene and worse then that, they are terrible sleepers in general including E.
While I was taking care of three kids alone in NJ whilst E was off doing something far less superior, like starting a new career so we wouldn't be homeless, I had the pleasure of putting baby K to sleep for every nap, and bedtime 5-6 days a week. He was terrible. Dudes, there were nights when I would just sit in the rocking chair holding him and cry because he wouldn't let me put him down. There were nights that I spent 3 hours putting him to bed only to have him wake up 4 hours later and want to hang out. I would let him "cry himself to sleep" for 40 minutes before I couldn't take one more second of it. I have never been so stressed out in all of my life. There was no one to hand him off to, nobody else to try their hand at it and nobody to bring me a goblet of wine so I could cry into it. Then drink it in one big gulp.
I would do the worst thing that any parent could do: I would give up and let him sleep with me. I know that is just what he wanted and he just played me like a fiddle to get what he wanted. I know he didn't need to sleep with me to sleep. I know all of this but I had to get some sleep, I was the only one taking care of these 3 little ones during the day, I needed to get some sleep. It is bad enough my BOYS get up no later than 6:30am 95% of the time. No matter what time they go to bed, they are roosters.
I remember my father telling me a story once of a pediatrician whose sister had trouble with getting her baby to sleep. She told her she had to let her baby cry it out and in 3 magical days all her problems will be solved. On the second day the baby cried so long the mother wanted to go get her but her sister, the pediatrician, blocked the door. So, she got a knife and told her to get out of the way. The End.
Here we are at twelve months and he still doesn't sleep through the night every night. He still has troubles with us putting him to sleep no matter how tired he is. Truthfully? As I am writing this post I am pushing him in his stroller with my foot. Talk about multi-tasking.
I hesitated writing about this at all and haven't because please I parented twins and survived, this should be cake, how does a mother of 3 not know how to get her kid to sleep? At this point I am at my wits end. I know seperation anxiety has something to do with it and I know some of it is just habit. I just don't knopw where to go from here. And no, yelling "your stupid, F-ing rooster sperms!" at E does not help at all either. I tried. Repeatedly.