If your child has been sleeping through the night since conception, I don’t want to hear about it.
Seriously. Don’t tell me. And, while you’re at it, go to hell. I hate you.
Well that sounded a bit mean, huh?
I don’t really hate you. You’ve always been such a nice person.
I’m just bitter today.
Cara woke up at least ten times last night. At 3 am, I finally considered just getting up. How sad is that? I was 100% awake at 3 am.
We were doing so well. She would go to bed at 8 pm and wake up between 2 and 4 to nurse and then she was back out until 8 am.
I can handle that schedule. With that schedule I actually get more than 30 minutes of sleep at a time.
Her desire to drive me insane started day before yesterday. Cara got her shots on Monday [I don’t wanna talk about it] and I had been expecting at least a runny nose. But, she had been in a great mood and hadn’t been feverish.
Anyway, Thursday afternoon I put her down for her afternoon nap and she screamed for 25 minutes. Nonstop, you better come get me or my head is going to explode right now! screaming.
When I picked her up, she clung to me.
Her head was plastered to my shoulder and she didn’t move. I walked around with her and eventually made my way into the living room. Normally, she would have popped her head up and been raring to go. Not Thursday. She nursed for a few minutes and fell fast asleep.
I chocked all of that up to a fluke. And, I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy cuddling with my normally super-busy toddler.
Yesterday was more of the same.
Cara didn’t take a nap until almost 3 pm. I put her down at her usual morning time and she wasn’t having any of it. When I went to get her, she was ready to play and so I let her.
When 2:30 rolled around, [and she was yawning every five minutes] I chunked her into her crib and told her that it was time for her nap.
Cue the screaming. Cue the crying.
I didn’t want to get her back into the routine that I come and “save” her from her nap and then she naps on me. So, she stayed in her crib and she eventually napped. [THANK GOD!]
The whole point [yes, there is a point] is that Cara’s sleeping patterns have been fucked up.
That in turn messes up my sleep. I’m not asking for a lot here. If I can get three consecutive hours of sleep then I’m golden.
She would be asleep for twenty minutes and then back awake crying.
Her nose wasn’t stopped up. She wasn’t cold. She wasn’t hot. She wasn’t wet or dirty. Nothing had changed as far as her room goes. She just wouldn’t stay asleep.
Poor me, I know.
But, if I can’t bitch about a rough night on my own website, then where can I?
Thanks for listening…err…reading
Happy, cute posts to follow.
Once I take a nap.