I can sleep when I'm dead

Tonight ends my 9 days off from work. We had a meeting last night and I just want to say Thank God I was off and out of town this weekend. It was apparently crazy. But I'll be glad to go back if only so I can get a good days sleep. We're still struggling with sleeping and Isaiah. I haven't had a good stretch of sleep since last Tuesday. I was hopeful because he slept all night the lst weekend I worked. But he hasn't slept all night when I'm home and can enjoy it. Husband isn't really being helpful at all. He actually said something very mean spirited, as if it were only my problem that Isaiah doesn't sleep and basically he shouldn't have to deal with it, that he's worse off than me, yada yada yada. We're both on edge and exhausted because he's waking up like a newborn, and wants to be held all night, on top of the new stress of having a kid in school that we're trying to adjust to. Yes, we've tried every trick known to mankind to get this kid to sleep, except giving him meds or whiskey, which I won't do. And it isn't that he's hungry or just wants to nurse. The other night, I assumed that's what he wanted and as I got situated to nurse side-lying, he nuzzled up against me and promptly fell asleep. He just wanted to be held. It was kinda sweet,yes, but not good for mommy's sleep. Someday he'll sleep better, it just may be closer to teenage years and we'll go from not sleeping to having a heck of a time waking him up for school. I guess it's just part of parenting. After having 2 kids that slept all night consistently by 4 months, we erred in thinking things would be the same third time around. I'm a labor nurse, I should know better, right? Anyway, it could be worse. On a lighter note, I though I'd share a funny story. About a week or so ago, my mom took The two big kids over night, husband was working and it was just me and Isaiah at home. He had delivered a very massive load to his diaper, unbeknownst to me. He was standing up holding onto the couch when he lost his balance and landed flat and hard on his butt. Now he was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Poop shot out of the back of his diaper from the force of his fall and got on my floor. As gross as it was, it was pretty funny.