On Sleep Rants

I have to say, after my rant on sleep a couple of days ago, I feel better. It SO helps to just get the frustration out (even if only to the internets). It’s like punching a Bobo doll. Except no one gets punched. And there are no Bobo dolls. So it’s not like that. Whatever.

Anyway, Wednesday night was another crappy sleep night. However, instead of rushing to just nurse him quiet, we tried a few things that ALMOST worked. A woke up at 10 again, but Kevin got him to go back to sleep with the guitar (yay!). We decided then to bring the guitar in the bedroom with us so Kevin could try that again if he woke up. Which he did, at midnight. The guitar worked again, but only for about 1/2 hour. At that point, I pretty much wanted to sleep and needed A to sleep as well so I nursed him. And boy did he eat a lot. I thought for sure that he would sleep until 5 or 6. He didn’t. He woke at 3:30 and so I nursed him again because I didn’t want to make Kevin wake up and play the guitar so early?late?. But even though it wasn’t a good night, I just didn’t feel so bad about it when I woke up. I believe it was the ranting the day before that kept me sane.

Last night was awesome though. We braved going to Kevin’s mom’s campsite (she’s here visiting from Edmonton) for the evening, fully believing that we would have to leave early to get A to bed at a decent time. But he did awesome. No fussing, no whining (he is a really good baby I have to say). We put him in the playpen to sleep in the RV at 7:30ish, and he went to sleep so well! We left at 10, got home at 11, then put him to bed again, but I didn’t nurse him this time. He slept until 3:30! Go Avery!

So, maybe I ranted too soon. I have hope (and my finger’s crossed).

Also, side note, everyone kept gushing about how good A is (and how delicious his cheeks are). He is awesome. Maybe I’m biased, but just sayin’. Also also, Kevin’s family says he’s the spitting image of me. This is progress because a few months ago I had a lady look at me, then at A and say: “Oh, he’s beautiful. He must look like his father.” Hah. That was a blow to my pride. But now, Kevin, move over.

 

xoxo

Jenny