The Woes of Toddlerhood

In less than one day my little Connor will be 17 months old.  Poor guy has been through so many changes lately.  First, he was booted out of the marital bed he had grown so accustomed to--15 month! enough with being kicked and slapped all through the night already.  He didn't move far...just into his crib which stood about one foot away from my side of the bed.  A lot of good THAT did--he ended up back with us before the night was over. After about a week of that he was then relocated into the room just outside our bedroom door, where he remained for about a week.  This is when it got tricky.  We knew getting him to sleep in his own bed was going to mean war and we were preparing ourselves for days if not weeks of screaming and crying.  Unbeknownst to his father and I, this only took two and a half hours of crying, screaming, and vomitting.  Shocked with disbelief we spent the following several nights waiting for this triumph to turn catastrophic.  Luckily, it never did and about two weeks passed and we moved his crib into HIS room.  Connor did not approve of this one little bit.  The first night he cried pitifully for some time, but after a day or two we were back on track. However, back on track only meant that Connor was sleeping in his own bed in his own room.  This did not account for the three, four, sometimes once an hour he'd wake during the night wanting his bottle.  And so here we are.  It's been two months of my sleep depriving angel spending all night in his own bed, but he still wakes at best every three hours for a bottle, at worst every hour.  Tonight we have broken down and decided it is time for drastic measures.  Cold turkey!  Well, not completely...we put him to bed with a bottle, but when he woke two hours later, he was disgusted to find this bottle was only filled with extremely diluted juice.  So he cried for about 30 minutes before finally giving in and falling back asleep.  I am seriously dreading the next time he wakes.  It's most likely going to be quite ugly and ugly for a good long time.  I hate letting him "cry it out", but when you've tried everything else...what are you to do?  We are so tired! Have I mentioned that we will soon be having another little being around to deprive us of yet even more beautiful, wonderful, lovely sleep?