Why? Why did you choose last night to change your sleep patterns completely? Why? Don't you love to sleep? You seem to, seeing as you typically sleep 15 hours a day or more... But last night?
Asleep by 8:20 p.m.... not ideal, but a good start. Up at 10:35? Well, that's pretty normal, too. You gave it a three-hour stretch between feeds, like we can plan on you doing. Hmm, but here is where it gets janky--You woke up at 11:15, fussy. Luckily, I was able to soothe you right back down, not even having to pick you up. I got to bed myself at 11:30. But then 12:30 hit, and what? You're up again. This time it was Joe's turn, and he was able to get you soothed, but had to put you in your swing to really get you to stay asleep. At this point, you slept until 2:20. Good for you! When you woke this time, it was normal, even GOOD, and I fed you, proud of you for making it four hours between feeds (albeit with those two wake-ups).
Back down you went at 2:45, and I crawled back in bed, planning not to see your sweet face again until 5:20. But no... you awoke crying LOUDLY at 3:30. Joe's turn again. This time, you stinker, it took an HOUR to get you to sleep, and well, actually, you never really DID get back to real sleep. You dozed fitfully in Dad's arms long enough for him to think he could lay you down, but then woke the instant your head touched a sleeping surface. After an hour of baby-wrangling, it was 4:30am, and I knew Dad needed a break. So I fed you. An hour early, but maybe this is a growth spurt??
So you ate-- 4:30 til 5. You went to sleep easily after that, and slept until... no, not 7:30, like we'd expect. You were back up at 6. Joe's turn again. Thirty minutes later, he had you back in your swing, and it SEEMED like you were going to stay for a while. So Joe crawled back in bed. Not two minutes later.... Well, you guessed it: you wailed. At this point, I knew Dad was at his wit's end, so I hopped up...hadn't really been sleeping well anyway... and decided to feed you AGAIN. It had been two hours (not three, darn it) so I thought again, maybe this IS a growth spurt.
Now it is 7:18. You finished feeding, then pulled away to gaze up at me with this innocent look, gauging my mood, I suspect. (You knew you had done wrong.) And upon seeing that I was groggily NOT smiling, you took the initiative, and your face cracked WIDE open in that irresistible grin of yours.
Okay, okay, Noah.
Asleep by 8:20 p.m.... not ideal, but a good start. Up at 10:35? Well, that's pretty normal, too. You gave it a three-hour stretch between feeds, like we can plan on you doing. Hmm, but here is where it gets janky--You woke up at 11:15, fussy. Luckily, I was able to soothe you right back down, not even having to pick you up. I got to bed myself at 11:30. But then 12:30 hit, and what? You're up again. This time it was Joe's turn, and he was able to get you soothed, but had to put you in your swing to really get you to stay asleep. At this point, you slept until 2:20. Good for you! When you woke this time, it was normal, even GOOD, and I fed you, proud of you for making it four hours between feeds (albeit with those two wake-ups).
Back down you went at 2:45, and I crawled back in bed, planning not to see your sweet face again until 5:20. But no... you awoke crying LOUDLY at 3:30. Joe's turn again. This time, you stinker, it took an HOUR to get you to sleep, and well, actually, you never really DID get back to real sleep. You dozed fitfully in Dad's arms long enough for him to think he could lay you down, but then woke the instant your head touched a sleeping surface. After an hour of baby-wrangling, it was 4:30am, and I knew Dad needed a break. So I fed you. An hour early, but maybe this is a growth spurt??
So you ate-- 4:30 til 5. You went to sleep easily after that, and slept until... no, not 7:30, like we'd expect. You were back up at 6. Joe's turn again. Thirty minutes later, he had you back in your swing, and it SEEMED like you were going to stay for a while. So Joe crawled back in bed. Not two minutes later.... Well, you guessed it: you wailed. At this point, I knew Dad was at his wit's end, so I hopped up...hadn't really been sleeping well anyway... and decided to feed you AGAIN. It had been two hours (not three, darn it) so I thought again, maybe this IS a growth spurt.
Now it is 7:18. You finished feeding, then pulled away to gaze up at me with this innocent look, gauging my mood, I suspect. (You knew you had done wrong.) And upon seeing that I was groggily NOT smiling, you took the initiative, and your face cracked WIDE open in that irresistible grin of yours.
Okay, okay, Noah.
I forgive you.
For the record, though:
Sleep Count
Noah--6.5 hours
Joe--7 hours (and counting, but he earned it.)
Me--5.5 hours... with no relief in sight.
5 comments:
Oh Emily (and Joe...& Noah), I'm so sorry! That is so tough. I so know your sleepy pain. I think you're right to think something is going on. Maybe a growth spurt, maybe teething? But, it sure does help when they smile up at you as if to say, "thank you Mommy & Daddy. You're doing a great job and I love you." Irresistible for sure! I hope you get some sleep soon!
Have you tried hypnosis? Convincing Noah's mind that he should be hibernating? OR your minds? Just a thought.
Enroll him in sports... ;> it tires them out and they have to sleep!
OK... that's in a few years...
Wish we were there to give you and Joe a break. It's such a reversal in rolls that parents want more sleep than their babies! Ah nature! Keep Smiling Noah! Your mom and dad need you too!
I hope you and Joe were able to sneak in a few nap-times in between commitments today--and that you actually had a chance to enjoy seeing Kelly!
P.S... These cupcakes are disappearing fast, and Neil loved your gifts. The stand is up, the photo frame hung (I miss her smile the most!), and the two other photos are resting on our message board. Thank you for a lovely, lovely overnighter!
Well, dang it. Maybe it is time to start sleeping as you nurse him? Worked for me.
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