by Brandi Riley posted in Pregnancy

At around 1 a.m. this morning, my son Jamie woke up crying. I tried nursing him back to sleep. That didn't work. My husband changed his diaper. He was still crying. I checked his temperature, gave his body a once-over to make sure he wasn't injured, sang to him, stood up and walked around with him.
Nothing would stop his crying.
After about an hour, I had to retreat to the bathroom for a break. I felt like I was going to lose it. I'm already struggling with feeling guilty that he still co-sleeps with us because I failed to sleep-train him, and now he's not even sleeping at all!
I sat on the edge of the tub, taking deep breaths and feeling terrible for leaving my husband upstairs with the baby by himself. After a few minutes and an internal pep talk, I went back to our room with an idea.
I asked my husband to go down to the kitchen and make Jamie some cereal. He did, and when he came back upstairs with the bowl to feed him, Jamie started grinning immediately. After a couple of spoonfuls, he leaned into me and made the kissy sound so I would give him a kiss. A few moments later, he gave me another one with a huge smile and oatmeal on his face.
Five minutes later he was sleeping again, and things were back to normal in our bedroom.
Apparently my baby was hungry, and all it took was a bowl of oatmeal to make him feel better.
Why didn't I think of that before"

I closed my eyes after Jamie went back down, but I couldn't go to sleep. I s...