The Crib Chronicles: Day 3
I swear this ordeal is going to give me hives or something. I hate it. I have to take the bouncy seat out of the bedroom before 9:00 bedtime, because it just sits there mocking me. It would be SO EASY to put him in there, so gratifying to see his little face soothed to sleep without any tears. Today he fell asleep while we were at a friend's house watching a movie, around 8:40. So we had to drive back and wake him up to tell him it was bedtime and give him his night feeding, change his clothes, all that. It felt really stupid. Our old system would have been to leave him in the carseat, still buckled in, until he woke up and acted hungry. Even if that meant he spent all night buckled in there wearing inappropriate clothes. But it was so CALM. And yeah, ok, if he stays down now we've managed to shave another 40 minutes or so off of the process tonight. It was pretty much the same as yesterday: up, down, up down, up down, etc until he fell from sheer exhaustion. But it hurts me so much to see him get so upset, and to feel Blair and myself getting frustrated. Half the time I want to cry right along with him. Of course it doesn't help that we're now all three officially sleep deprived. Blair has to go to work no matter what kind of night we have, Brennan's sleep cycles are all off so he's getting really only about 8 hours in a 24 hour period when it should be more like 12-14, and I'm only getting about five because his naps have lasted less time than it takes me to fall asleep for the past two days. Shit, he's awake.