And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
~D.H. Lawrence
And if not...welcome to the road to Hell.
~Mom In France
I've been in defense of Little Guy ever since he was born. My husband keeps telling everyone we cross how poor a sleeper he is and how wonderful Boo was. Evidence of selective memory. Boo was a good sleeper in that once he went to sleep he stayed asleep. But I remember vividly one or the other of us spending 1/2 hour or more beside his crib coaxing him into sleep.
Little Guy, on the other hand, goes to sleep so easy. After a rough start -- long jags of crying at the end of a looong day -- he now wears a big grin getting into his sleep sack and although I often hear him for a little while as he drops off they are all happy noises. Problem is, he doesn't stay asleep. He's almost 7 months old and still wakes at least once a night. Funny the things we get used to. If that was my only problem, I'd be OK.
But no. Boo is in the big kid bed. He was great - we did it over Christmas while visiting his grandparents and we had no problems. He adjusted right away and didn't get out (or fall out). But now he's discovered he can. And he wakes up at night with typical toddler nightmares. Again - this I've learned to manage. Once a night for Little Guy and once a night for chasing nightmares. Easy. 5 minutes each.
However, for the past two nights Boo has woken up due to a mild cold. And I mean mild. But he will. not. go. back. to. sleep. Night before last we burned the midnight oil from 2-5am, with a some Little Guy action in between. Getting out of the house in the morning was hard. I woke up late enough and was slow enough to not eat or even get a coffee before I left. When I walked into our nounou's house I could smell her espresso maker and nearly keeled over. She took pity on my and set me up at the kitchen table and got the boys settled. I was able to make it to work without crashing into something.
During the night we tried everything. Nice Maman. Nice Papa. Mean Papa/Nice Maman. Mean Maman. Put him back into the travel crib. Cry cry cry. Finally, Boo and I ended up on the sofa bed, while Little Guy and E slept relatively peacefully. Grrrrr....
Last night was a rerun of the first but slightly better. I fell asleep with Boo in his big bed so he wouldn't get out. E was off at 5am to catch a plane so he was up anyway. Little Guy only woke up once (I think). And I managed to have coffee before I left the house.
But I wonder: Where is my sleep? Will I ever get again a good night's sleep ? My magic 8 ball sitting here on my desk says "My Reply is No."
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