If anyone ever tells you that it’s a good idea to have a 9 year old, a toddler, and a newborn while trying to sell your house, fix up a new house, and take over your parents basement, they’re lying to you. It’s not a good idea. Not at all. Continue reading “Life’s Little (or big) Stresses”
Vincent used to be a great sleeper. He fell asleep between 7:30pm-8:00pm then he’d wake up once during the middle of the night to eat and get changed, and sleep until I either woke him up to go to the sitters (usually 6:30am) or he’d wake up on his own between 7:00am-8:00am. I could handle that and still function as a relatively competent human being during the day.
(Husband works nights, so it’s Mommy’s job to be up with the baby. On his nights off, Husband is great and takes all of the nighttime shifts, but most of the night hours fall on me.)
Recently, about the past month or so, Vinny has been waking up 3 or 4 times during the night to eat and get changed. And he SCREAMS. I mean screams that would make any mother within a 10 mile radius come rushing to his side to see what’s wrong.
What’s wrong you ask? Nothing. He might be hungry. He might have just woken himself up and can’t fall back asleep. (His favorite party trick is pulling himself up on the crib and just standing there screaming. He hasn’t quite figured out how to get back down yet without falling.) But really, nothing is wrong. I would change him, feed him, and he’d go back to sleep until he woke up 2-3 hours later, screaming bloody murder.
My mom and my aunt may have given me the secret to getting more sleep. Continue reading “Operation: Sleep”