Jul 10 2009
Not Sleeping Flakes
I feel like many (or at least a few) of my posts about A deal with sleeping. I don’t think I realized how much I enjoy sleep and miss it now until we had A. Or maybe I did. I still remember when we first moved into our house and I was about eight months pregnant, and I would peel one eye open to say good-bye to my husband as he left every morning for work. Then I would sleep until about 8:30 (that is late for me, for some of you it is not. For my husband it is not.) leisurely eat my breakfast and then do a few things around the house. Not anymore.
When A was about two months old we enjoyed the fact that he slept about 9 hours a night. He has always been an unpredicatble cat-napper (he did sleep for only about forty minutes at a time, four times a day), to which I felt like during the day most of what I did was put him down for a nap, get him up from a nap, feed, change, then start all over (many have told me that is mainly what you do with little babies, but that is neither here nor there). However, we always got a reprieve at night of about 9 hours uninterrupted sleep. Until now. Now we leave the unpredictable world of sleep. Sometimes he sleeps all night. Sometimes he wakes up five or six times. Sometimes he goes to bed at 7:30. Sometimes we can’t get him settled down until 9. Sometimes he takes an hour and a half nap. Sometimes he takes a 15 minute nap. Yes I said 15 minutes!!! That’s the nap that you say, “no wait. did I just hear him? No. I didn’t even start eating my lunch yet!” I never thought that I would crave some sort of predictability. I work really hard to keep him on a schedule. Goodness, we hardly do anything that defers from his schedule. Yet he is still totally unpredictable when it comes to sleep. Which leads me to spend much of my time sitting around. I am always afraid to start working on something because I think by the time I pull everything out to do it, he will wake-up! So I am hoping a little more predictability in his naps will come in the future. However from what I hear I was not a predictable napper either. So he must get that from me. Whenever he changes his schedule despite my best efforts I always remember the story my Mom tells of how I wanted to quit dance when I was four. Apparently I liked dance, but I didn’t like having to go the same time every week. I wasn’t sure if I would have something else to do. Like a four-year old has other plans! But obviously A has inherited my reluctance to follow a schedule. For example, I had to write this post in two parts. Yesterday he slept for an hour and a half in the morning, today exactly forty minutes. He is quite cute when he wakes up though, it’s hard to resist!
Awake again!
How can you resist that sweet smile?
