Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Sleep Part 3: GAAAHHHHHH.

Sorry for the long delay between parts 2 and 3, but it is because Part 3 goes like this:

After a week of progress where Andrew got up with Nora and I got to stay in bed all night and find out what it’s like to be the husband, some jerk wrote about how it was going well on the internet and it ALL WENT DOWN THE TOILET. See, THIS is why I believe in jinxes.

It was going pretty well, but then Nora caught a stomach bug from Jack, and started taking two hours to go back to sleep at night. For a week or so, a nightly two-hour-long screamfest became the standard operating procedure at our house. Happily, there was always only one. And after the first night, Jack usually slept through it even though they share a room. Kids are weird. And then last week, I caught the stomach bug from Nora and the screamfest became more difficult to deal with. And now Andrew has caught it from me, putting a crimp in our plans of starting over and having Andrew do all the wakeups again. And now the nightly wakeup is starting once again to inch closer and closer to her original bedtime, where last week we looking at 2:00 am, last night it was 11:30 pm.

So at this point, we are doing whatever we can to just GET THROUGH THIS because Andrew and I both feel awful and therefore have absolutely zero patience for our defenseless children. As such, I nursed Nora from 11:30 to 12:15 last night at which point I tried to put her sleeping self into her bed. No dice. Then I went into the bathroom to dry heave for awhile, and Andrew tried to shush the baby. No dice. So then I went back in and nursed her again and we both fell asleep. I woke up around 1:30 or so and tried once again to put my sleeping baby back in bed. I’m sure you can guess how that went. Andrew ended up getting her back to sleep within about fifteen to twenty minutes, but Jack woke her up at 5:45 by calling out for his bink and we are just barely holding on by a thread here, people. BY A THREAD.

Also, that tooth I claimed was poking through? That must have been a grain of a Cheerio, because there is still no tangible sign of the top two front teeth that we’ve been expecting any second for the past two months.

My plan today is to take the children to Andrew’s dad and have him entertain them while I mope around the living room feeling sorry for myself and Andrew stays home and sleeps off this disease. I sure hope Andrew’s dad is home, because he is not yet aware of this plan.

Things are grim here, folks. It’s becoming difficult to remember that this, too, shall pass. But it will. It will pass. Right?

5 comments:

Shelly Overlook said...

It definitely will pass. It will suck big ones in the meantime, but it will pass. There are no teenage children I know of who have such sleep issues, so there is a happy place for you in the future. Some day.

Kate said...

It really will pass. It will just seem like forever until it does pass. Luckily, you're at least part way through forever now. So sorry.
I believe in jinxes, too, btw. In fact, I think I jinx things just by THINKING. For example, last week I thought, we're so lucky we haven't all been sick. Now we're into Day 6 of all family members having colds. Yuck. My brain--it is dangerous.

Swistle said...

This killed me: "I sure hope Andrew’s dad is home, because he is not yet aware of this plan."

Heather R said...

oh man. Maureen. I am so sorry. That all sounds like the most suckiest suck fest I can imagine.

Joy said...

Hugs and prayers that everyone is feeling better soon and you can resume convincing Nora that nights are for sleeping.