Perhaps one of my most crucial parenting tools is coffee. I know, lots will tell me it’s bad, I shouldn’t drink it and doing so while nursing is probably going to cause my child to grow a 3rd eye. Since I’m convinced that not drinking coffee could lead to much worse, I’ll take my chances.
We made it through the 3rd night.
Official analysis? Night #3 was tolerable. A marked improvement over night #2.
So far with this experience I can say that every night has been different. Which is probably good, not sure I could handle multiple nights like night 2. At least not in a row because really, who knows what tonight will bring? Not me.
After stumbling around yesterday attempting to use grunts as a form of communication I was hoping for an easy bed time. It kind of was. The entire day yesterday was the kind that you just file under “glad it’s over” and hurry up and forget it. With the exception of Smunchie, everyone in the house struggled and I never figured out if they were picking it up from me or if they too were tired and grumpy. The crankies woke Smunchie up from her nap after just 25 minutes so I was really worried about bed time. Squiggle Bug is 3 so I probably don’t need to say more but I will, she is in a major testing phase right now. It’s normal and healthy but has been extra challenging because of our sleep issues with Smunchie. Yesterday she pulled out all the stops and I had to dig down deep to find the most loving and patient grunts I could manage. We got through and bed time was surprisingly easy for Smunchie, almost impossible for Squiggle Bug but by 8.38 they were both down.
I hung out with The Storyteller who had also had a rough day and needed some positive mom time. When I apologized about being short with her earlier she said “it’s ok, I heard Smunchie last night. She was mad at you. So I thought maybe you’d just let us do whatever we wanted today because you were tired. Sorry, I tried to take advantage of you.”
I knew it!
As I was finishing up the post about night 2 Smunchie woke up around 10. She nursed and fell quickly back asleep at the breast. I hoped that would mean she’d stay down longer. Wrong. At 11.40 she woke again and since our window begins at midnight after changing her diaper I nursed her. She must have been hungry because she really nursed well, let go, burped and threw her arms over her head and passed out.
I felt confident that the night was not going to go well. She hadn’t even slept more than 2 hours without waking yet and she usually did a 4 hour stretch. Sleep horror movies begin this way.
1amish- The call for bobbies was issued again and some how she ended up in bed nursing. I don’t remember who got her. I think I fell asleep for a moment but when I woke she was still latched and sucking. “Bobbies all done” was met again with her unlatching and rolling over. I can’t believe how easy that has been. This time I kind of froze for a moment, afraid that the bobbie-monster would rise again in a few minutes but nothing happened. Scooped her up and put her back in her bed before zombie-mommy drug her butt back the entire 2 feet back to bed.
3.45ish- This one happened but I remember nothing about it, zero details. Smunchie got bobbies I ended it before she was asleep and she did fine. It was remarkably unremarkable.
4.13ish- I looked at the clock this time when I got her. Since I fell asleep the first time because I was too far gone to keep myself awake to be sure I didn’t nurse her to sleep and because the 2nd time I wasn’t even sure actually happened, I really tried to rouse myself. While I was nursing her The Piano Man left the room, I’m wasn’t sure why but she didn’t notice and when I thought that was enough I mumbled our end phrase. This time she let go and fussed, kind of a grumbly whiny fussing at me but she rolled over and cuddled with her lovey and Ceil. Wakefulness hit me from my bladder. Hoping to bed share for the rest of the night I was waiting for The Piano Man to return to stay in bed with her while I peed. I waited. And waited. Afraid I was going to have my first accident in probably 30 years I finally got up. Somehow, she knew it. Before I was even out the door she was crying. I soothed her and apologized telling her I had to go potty and oddly enough she calmed down and resumed her deep breathing. Odd, very odd. I peeked into Squiggle Bug’s room but no Piano Man and the couch was empty too. Puzzled I got to the bathroom which was closed. Someone was in there but I didn’t know who. I had to pee but if I knocked I risked waking someone so I figured they couldn’t be in there long. I was wrong. Stepping repeatedly on the creaky spot in our hall hardwood floor I hoped whomever was inside would realize there was a lurker in the hall. Eventually the door opened and there was The Piano Man looking very confused.
We think he fell asleep on the toilet. He doesn’t actually remember anything about any of it. I guess you take sleep wherever you can get it sometimes.
4.45ish- back to bed, Smunchie was sound asleep on her tummy in a starfish position taking up the entire bed. I moved her to her bed.
7.30ish- I wake up to laughter. Smunchie and Squiggle Bug were both in her bed playing. They were laughing so hard and having so much fun. Smiling at the sound before I even opened my eyes, I thought we are in for a much better day today.
See how well we’re hanging in there?
Tonight we’re supposed to begin the second set of 3 nights. The prospect is a little scary and have I visions of a bad horror movie where you yell at the idiotic characters as they run straight to the bad guy. I’m not going to think about it just yet though, I’m going to enjoy the day with my family before some work appointments in the afternoon. Being more rested today I am looking forward to some together time without the baggage of crippling fatigue.