Non-sleeping beauty
I have several things to share with all of you, but unfortunately, I can't sit down for more than 10 minutes because I picked this past weekend to launch Operation Get Maeve In The Bassinet.
When you have three kids, you learn some sleep tricks. My favoriye is that there is nothing wrong with a baby sleeping in a swing next to your bed. And sleep in that swing she did, going six hours at a stretch.
And that was fine until I realized I would like her to sleep in her own room sometime soon. If she won't sleep in her bassinet, I can't imagine she would be grooving on her crib. And I'm sure as hell not running down the hall every 15 seconds to replace that damn pacifier when I can just do that at the end of the bed for now.
The first night was fine -- she slept in three-hour chunks and did awesome. The next night was horrid. She wouldn't sleep more than 15 minutes at a time and I broke down and put her in the swing at 1 a.m.
Tonight, I had high hopes after a solid first hour and now we're back to every 15 minutes.
In the time it took to type this, I had to stop three times. As Academomia said last week, these are special, special childhood times. Perhaps I should scrapbook this milestone. It would contain pictures of the pacifier lying next to Maeve's screaming head because she spits it out and then cries. And little stickers of eyes with bags under them.
So if you'll excuse me, I will now commence with the non-sleeping portion of my night.
When you have three kids, you learn some sleep tricks. My favoriye is that there is nothing wrong with a baby sleeping in a swing next to your bed. And sleep in that swing she did, going six hours at a stretch.
And that was fine until I realized I would like her to sleep in her own room sometime soon. If she won't sleep in her bassinet, I can't imagine she would be grooving on her crib. And I'm sure as hell not running down the hall every 15 seconds to replace that damn pacifier when I can just do that at the end of the bed for now.
The first night was fine -- she slept in three-hour chunks and did awesome. The next night was horrid. She wouldn't sleep more than 15 minutes at a time and I broke down and put her in the swing at 1 a.m.
Tonight, I had high hopes after a solid first hour and now we're back to every 15 minutes.
In the time it took to type this, I had to stop three times. As Academomia said last week, these are special, special childhood times. Perhaps I should scrapbook this milestone. It would contain pictures of the pacifier lying next to Maeve's screaming head because she spits it out and then cries. And little stickers of eyes with bags under them.
So if you'll excuse me, I will now commence with the non-sleeping portion of my night.
posted by Amy at
9:32 PM
5 Comments:
Heh heh. You don't see a lot of stickers featuring eye-bags at those kitchy scrapbook stores. And yet.
This is what I tell myself when I'm sitting up @ 2am listening to my 21mo old scream (because she still doesn't sleep through the night...not to scare you or anything!). I'm so happy I live in this generation. Because there are Roseanne and Golden Girls marathons and Nick at Nite and TVLand and HGTV. I'd probably go insane if not for the company of Bea Arthur.
I was so desperate with my middle DD, I saw Dr. Ferber. THE Dr. Ferber. Where I told him how my DD laughs in the face of his "training". We're now working on another method that makes CIO look like AP. So far....I'm still hanging with Betty White all night.
Eventually, you won't even miss the sleep. Or, like me, you'll have a day like today where it hurts just to blink because your eyes are swelling shut. :-)
2hrs last night broken into 20mn intervals. AWESOME!
There were nights when I fantasized about duct-taping my son's binky in his mouth. But I can't afford THAT much therapy for him later in life. Good luck with the rest of the bassinet transition!
oh no. do you have one of those bears that plays the heartbeat? Or some type of mobile that does a lite show on the ceiling? Maybe one of those would work. Good luck!
Ugh. That was when I discovered my love of Six Feet Under (Harry) and Sex and the City (Jack). I loved SATC so much, I snuck Jack into the theater to see it with me.
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