SSSSsshh!

It's been more than a year now since i've had a full night's sleep.
Sleep is an obsession for me, it colours the way i see everything else. I see young professionals on the street and i look for bags under their eyes, a sign of a commonality. I watch parents of young children in the grocery store, wanting to ask how much sleep they get, but too embarassed, in case they are in fact, getting a full night. On the way home from said grocery store, i panic, what if the baby falls asleep on the way home? Do i stay in the car and let him sleep? Do i risk taking him out of the car seat and try to put him in his crib? If he wakes up, how do i deal with the wrath of a sleepy but not sleeping infant/tyrant?
There is so much conflicting advice for parents out there, let him cry it out, dont let him cry it out. Let him sleep with you, dont let him sleep with you. Give him a bottle for bed, dont let him take a bottle to bed. No matter what, the common denominator at the end is a tired, guilt-ridden, confused parent of a sleepy child.
I dont have the answer. I might not ever. As long as he's sleeping through the night by the time he goes to university, I'm happy.