Because I am looking at this adorable little face and those squishy arm rolls well into the wee morning hours!
This child must really love me because it appears that he wants to be with me so much that he can’t bear to go to sleep. Well. Brody, my dear, as much as I love you, I AM SO TIRED!! As far as I am concerned, sleep is so NOT overrated. Brody’s favorite place to be is rightupnexttomebreathingmyair-we are talking boob-in-mouth, bodies aligned and squished together, hands on my arms close constantly. Try as I might, I can’t sleep that way. No dice, my child. Thus, my desire for him to sleep in his own bed. It’s so much nicer for both of us if he stays in his co-sleeper or his room because If he doesn’t smell me, he doesn’t feel the need to snack all night long and keep us both awake. However, it is apparent that his room seems like some pit of doom to him because he is TICKED OFF if he wakes up in there alone. Last night, I decided that I had enough and it was time for him to make the move into his own room for the entire night.
For the past week or so, I put him down in his crib and let him sleep there as long as possible (it’s generally three to four hours until he wakes up) then I bring him in our room because I’m too tired to do anything else thanks to the hours he chooses for us to keep. Last night, he woke up earlier than usual after only two hours. It was about 11:30. I had just climbed in bed because after he went to sleep at 9:30 I had to shower, straighten up, and all of those other things you need two arms to do. So, I went in, fed him, and layed him back down. His little bald head promptly stuck straight back up, as if he had never fallen asleep to begin with. This drives me absolutely crazy, and he does it 90% of the time when I lay him down. He’s like one of those baby dolls with the closing eyes, except a defunct version who’s eyes open when you lay them down!
I am not a fan of crying it out. We did “The No Cry Sleep Solution” with Knox, and it worked wonderfully. Not so much with Brody. He really, really likes to be awake. I’m pretty sure he’s part owl. Or vampire. I’d probably go with the latter given his affinity to suck the energy out of me. I would get him to sleep, lay him down, he’d wake up, and… repeat this cycle about 800 times. Finally, that was enough. I closed the door and let him cry for five minutes. Then I walked back in, pat him, shushed him, and left. He’d start right back up. By about 1 a.m. I was past exhausted and he was past hysterical, so back into the bed with me he went.
Aren’t you glad I stick to my guns?
Luckily, Trevor was working last night, so he didn’t endure this very noisy situation, and actually, Brody co-sleeps better when it’s just the two of us in bed because I can spread out a little more. Normally when Trevor is there, I put Brody between me and his co-sleeper on the side of the bed and he always gravitates towards me. I cannot sleep soundly with him in the bed with us- I’m sure a lot of you co-sleeping moms know how it is when your baby sleeps with you. Your senses are heightened and the slightest movements by the baby will wake you up.
The point of this rant is to say that I am very tired (thank you, coffee), and I am so ready for this child to sleep through the night. The end.
This is only a phase? This too shall pass? Right? Right??!