I feel like I've been experimenting forever, that's the thing. And last week when I brought that nap forward and he started to self settle, I felt like I might be able to get my life back. I'm so, so fed up of spending my life in a darkened room and trying to work out when to put him down. If he needs holding to go to sleep, he needs holding to stay asleep.
He always has one short, one long nap, no matter what I do. Or two short if I can't resettle. He errs on the side of less sleep rather than more.
He's just woken after 50mins and sobbed his little heart out with me patting him. I could only take 10mins, I picked him up and instantly he was calm and went off again with patting. I won't be able to put him down for a good while yet. And I've been up here on my own with him (bath, bed) for two hours now. No one has even come to see how we are, even though I was distraught this morning.
I've had it with sleep, I really have. I am doing this 99% of the time solo and it's driving me crazy.