Oct 29, 2009 09:56
Baby monitors are of the devil.
Seriously, I never had one - they weren't all that in vogue when Thomas was a baby, and when Ellen was born we couldn't afford extraneous stuff, but she got one as a shower gift. Wednesday night, in an effort to give her one night of uninterrupted sleep, I offered to take care of Jonas, figuring I could use the monitor to hear him, since our room is pretty far away from the nursery.
I heard him all right. I heard every damn noise that baby made. If he burped, I heard it. If he cooed or grunted or sniffled, I heard it and it woke me up. Round about 2 a.m., I finally gave up, went downstairs and slept on the couch where I could hear him when he cried and actually needed me, but not otherwise.
I'm just glad it was Wednesday night and not last night, as I'm working 12 hours today - my supervisor is sick, so I'm either here 8 hours or the doors get locked, and then I've got 4 hours at Windsor Woods tonight. It's been dead quiet here, so at least I've been able to get some work done on the paper I've got due Tuesday.
Hope everybody is doing okay - sooner or later I will be able to emerge from all this and have a life again.