You guys. This kid is KILLING me.
Not, surprisingly, the energetic emotional limits-testing almost-three-year-old. She's fine. She makes me want to tear my hair out on a semi-regular basis, but that's normal for her age and I'm used to it.
No, the kid who is KILLING me is my baby. My sweet little guy with the two-toothed grin and the nearly-edible cheeks and thighs.
This kid goes to bed around 7:00pm and wakes up each morning at 6:00 like there's a tiny alarm clock inside his head. The 6:00am wake-up is not ideal, especially coming on the heels of Camilla who at this age was regularly sleeping until 9:00am, but we're used to it and we've got it built into our routine. That's not the problem.
The problem is that EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. for the past EIGHT nights, he has woken up in the night and refused to go back to sleep. For at least one and up to THREE hours. Last night he was awake from 11pm until 1am, and I was kind of grateful, because it wasn't as bad as the night when he was awake from 1am until 3:30.
Over the past few months he's occasionally had nights with a long wake-up, but he would generally roll around in the bed for a while, then latch on and go back to sleep. Now he has no interest in doing that, and if I ignore him for long enough he'll start yelling, and since Bryan (angel that he is) gets the 6:00am wake-up call, I like to preserve his sleep as much as possible, so I have to take the crazy baby out in the living room and WALK HIM (no, he won't tolerate being rocked to sleep) until he finally dozes off.
EIGHT NIGHTS IN A ROW of this, y'all. And at the beginning he was finishing cutting a tooth, but that tooth is fully through now and there are no others imminent. We've tried switching up everything: Zantac, no Zantac. Motrin, no Motrin. Midnight diaper change, no midnight diaper change. (It will leak if we don't change it.) It's made no difference.
We're working on pushing bedtime back to see if that helps at all. (My guess: NO. IT WON'T HELP.) But based on the way he acts when he does wake up in the night, rolling and kicking agitatedly around the bed, my best bet is that this is developmental, and as soon as he learns to crawl he'll start sleeping better.
(OH PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE.)
Camilla didn't sleep well her first year (or ever; she still wakes up most nights) but I was thinking the other day that I don't recall being this tired during her babyhood. And then I remembered that when she was a baby, if I was sleep-deprived I just napped when she did. Thanks to my bouncy little toddler I can't do that any more.
Which is why - as you might have been able to gather from all the capital letters in this post - I am currently nearing the end of my rope. And I caught my children's cold, which in both of them lasted only two days, but for me has dragged on for a week because my poor body is so worn out that I have nothing left with which to fight off viruses.
Oh man I hope I don't get exposed to any flu.
This too shall pass. Yes. Breeeeeeathe.
(But not too deeply. Just in case there are any flu bugs in the air.)