My late nights are catching up with me. We went to pick up a few things and I was dragging, barely able to keep my eyes open half the time. Even a coffee didn’t help. We got home and I completely crashed. I managed to stay awake until we put the kid down. Barely.
I think I slept an hour or two. It puts me behind schedule on things, but I couldn’t keep functioning without it. It’s time to find a compromise where I get some things done in the early evening instead of staying up until midnight. Something’s got to give, and it can’t be my sleep any longer.
How are you doing with your sleep?
I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. It’s gotten really bad. So bad, that I have a hard time getting up in the morning, even when the baby wakes up and cries.
I can’t sleep when he sleeps, because I need to get things done. Naps are so erratic right now that I need that time to finish up work. And after he goes to bed, more work. Until 12.30 or 1 am. That’s when I’ve been getting to bed.
Something’s got to give. And it can’t be my health, so I am trying to get on a better schedule where I get everything done earlier. I actually managed to get to bed at 10.30 last night. Of course, I couldn’t sleep even though I was exhausted.
How do you shut your mind off?
It doesn’t help that a couple of days ago I had some really bad nightmares, and in every. single. one. i was looking for the baby. Trying to find him. Or protect him. Or catch a plane, train, or bus. Always frantic. And they always ended badly.
Maybe I’ve been watching a little too much NCIS.
It also doesn’t help that I can’t even get out of the house before 2 or 3 in the afternoon most days. Again, in part because I’m just not getting enough sleep.
It’s such a vicious cycle. I hate it. And in order to try and change it, I’m going to bed. Now. Good night!
I never gave the whole sleeping thing with the baby a lot of thought. I didn’t want to get up in the middle of the night for feedings, and I didn’t feel comfortable with him in another room, so he slept with us. It started in the hospital. I had him on a boppy pillow in the bed with me and more than once fell asleep holding him. It seemed right at the time. And at home, we were so tired I’d frequently fall asleep holding him after he nursed. He slept better on my chest, so I just let him do it. It morphed into him sleeping in our bed.
And he’s been there every night since.
Oh, I tried to put him in the crib, but he’d continually wake up and I’d have to comfort him. He woke up every time I put him back in the crib. So I gave up and just let him sleep next to me. And it got to where I enjoyed snuggling with him. I could keep tabs on him, make sure everything was okay. And during frequent feedings it was much easier to grab him from next to me rather than getting up. more…
Category: babbling, me, me, me, parenting, spawn
Tags: 8 months, baby, co-sleeping, cosleeping, sleep, transition to crib 10 Comments
I’m actually getting a fair amount of sleep at night. Oh, I wake up a lot to check on the kid. When he so much as stirs, I’m awake. So my sleep is frequently interrupted. But at least I can go back to sleep fairly quickly. And that makes for MUCH better days, let me tell you.
For now, I’m telecommuting and I do love it. The babe naps while I’m working. And when I’m not working, I get to gaze into those beautiful little eyes and watch as his face lights up with a gummy smile. He’s drooling a lot, which means teeth probably aren’t far off. I’m not looking forward to those feeding times!
I knew my life would change. We all know our lives will change. People keep mentioning how nice it must be to get back to work and into the land of the living. I’d rather be at home, listening to my son practice new sounds and watch him kick so hard it looks like he’s running in place. I have a lot of friends who I can email and chat with online. Their blogs are available. I can follow them on Twitter. I can call them on the phone. Heck, I can even meet them for lunch. But the kid still gets time and attention from me during these things. I can’t do that when I’m in the office.
I never thought I’d say this, but I’d rather be home. I can’t, but I’d rather. It is what it is.
So my days consist of naps, diapers, email, and little gurgling noises coming from the bouncy seat next to my desk. And I like it that way.
Happy Love Thursday y’all. May you find what fills your heart with happiness.
