Well, here I am with an update about sleeping. Just like everyone else. At least we are in it together, right team?
On Sunday evening, we put A down like usual at 7:30ish. He didn’t wake up at all until 12:45am, which was already a win (since he often needs 1-2 brief resettling assurances before we go to bed.) At the 12:45am wake up I nursed and rocked him and put him back to bed. He didn’t wake again until 6am, at which point I put him in bed with us and we all slept until 7:30am.
That’s two 5 hour chunks, y’all. I woke up feeling like this:
I could not, for the life of me, determine what we might have done differently. But I was so happy.
On Monday night, I put him down closer to 8pm, thanks to some general delays and solo parenting for the night. He woke at 9 and 10pm needing to be resettled. He woke at 1:00am and I nursed and rocked him, put him down only to have him wake immediately, rocked him some more. He then woke at 2:30 and I made L get up and settle him. Then he woke again at 3:45 and I rocked and nursed him again. He woke at 4:15 and I sent L in again. He then woke for the final time at 5:45 and I brought him to bed.
And I felt like this:
L was seriously struggling as well, since she rarely gets up with A in the night (my choice) – so we were all hurting. It seems super likely that he is getting another tooth, since he’s doing a weird sucking/chewing thing and also trying to gum things like major appliances. But still. How could one night go SO well and another go SO badly?
Yesterday, we received our dock-a-tot. And I sent a secret prayer to the heavens that we would find some relief.
L was in charge of bedtime since I was at rehearsal. She said he was more than ready for bed at 7pm, so she put him down on the early side. She said he woke once around 9pm and needed a quick booty pat, but otherwise, he stayed asleep until 1am! I nursed and rocked him at this wake up, put him back down in the dock and he didn’t wake again until 6am! Into bed until the alarm went off at 7:30am!
Was it the dock? Did the tooth do it’s worst the night before? I don’t know, but I am once again quite rested (although, don’t trip, the sleep debt I’ve accrued over 10 1/2 months + pregnancy unrest means that it will take years before I am actually rested.) And I am hoping beyond hope that between the dock and perhaps turning a corner developmentally, he may be on track to wake less often. I could definitely work with the 1am/6am wake up (which I would count as only one wake up since he comes to bed at 6am regardless)
So, we’ll see.
In other news, we went to meet the new pediatrician (Ansel had an insurance plan through a company that went out of business, so we had to switch insurers and thus doctors as well) and she was awesome. He also got his second flu shot, and weighed in at 22lbs and 29 1/2″ – in the 76th percentile for height and the 72nd for weight.
And finally, as you all know, our Denver Broncos are headed to the Superbowl! I’ll be real that I’m not holding out a ton of hope that we’ll beat Carolina, but I also didn’t think we’d get to the Superbowl earlier in the season, so I’m prepared to be amazed. And, they won even though Ansel had a massive blow out in his lucky pants earlier that day. Prompting us to use the #pooponbrady hashtag. Sorry LadyKing.