Half-asleep mumblings

Poor Jack has a cold for the first time in a while.  He doesn’t have a fever but he is visibly exhausted, snotty, and quite hacky.  Last night he woke up twice bawling.  I *think* he hit his head when tossing and turning but it’s hard to say because he was pretty out of it (now I know what David deals with when I try to talk to him while half asleep).  After getting him to bed the second time, I had trouble falling back to sleep and kept thinking I heard him crying.  I’m tired today.

It astounds me that I dealt with regular night waking for almost two years straight when Jack was a baby while holding down a crazy-busy full time job and getting absolutely no down time.  How did I do that?  How does anyone do that?  After being so unused to it now, I feel like a complete zombie today.  It’s a miracle that I can type!

Thank goodness we’re in an easier phase overall!  It’s days like today that remind me why I haven’t had a second child yet.  The easier things get with Jack, the harder it gets to go in the second child direction…

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I guess this is the part where my mom gets payback

It’s happened.  I’ve been dreading this development…Jack has figured out that he can climb right out of bed and come knock on my door at night.  He has apparently decided that no more will he lay there idly in bed calling for me – he’ll just go ahead and get his mama when he needs her.  Or, more accurately, he will plop himself down outside of our bedroom door and play with his toys noisily until we open the door.  When asked why he isn’t in bed, he will reply, “I had a bad dream.”  He pays no mind to me when I point out that I know he hasn’t actually been sleeping…

Added to this new interest in leaving the island that is his bed, he has also decided he’s not very tired at night.  Sunday night he didn’t fall asleep until around 1am and he was up at 8am.  Last night it was closer to 11 even though he had a shorter nap than usual and we started the bedtime routine (brush teeth, don PJs, read books) at 8.  David and I take turns going into Jack’s room to reassure him that he’s safe, we love him and will protect him, etc.  He gets lots of hugs and kisses and we snuggle, too.  And after all that and not falling asleep until late, Jack was up this morning bright and early at 7:30 but clearly still tired!  I don’t get it!

I know this is a phase and it will pass and in the grand scheme of things, it’s not a horrible one.  I am aware that staying in bed when you can’t fall asleep isn’t a healthy sleep habit, so it’s not as if I’m going to lock him in his room.  I just worry about leaving him to his own devices while I go to bed because I clearly remember being of a similar age and disposition…my mom still has the dresser that is caked in the evidence of one of my late night “baking” experiments.  She is also fond of reminding me about the time I climbed out of my bedroom window (at 2 years old) and ended up in the neighbor’s yard down the street crying because I was lost.  These are not things I stopped to consider before having a child of my own.  Doh!

Unbelievable!

I was having issues trying to get Jack to go to sleep.  We would read our bedtime stories (three books usually) and lay down and snuggle and then he would climb all over me or kick me or hit me or whatever until either he fell asleep or I lost patience completely.  A few nights ago, after about an hour of trying to get him to go to sleep, he decided to up the ante and started stripping…I left the room and hid in the dark dining room, head in my hands, shaking with anger while listening to Jack yell for me.  David stepped in and distracted Jack, diapered and clothed him, and got him in bed.  Jack asked for me so he told him to wait there and he would get mama, then he walked out.

Here’s the unbelievable part – Jack fell asleep almost immediately.  I didn’t go into the room.  Yesterday was a similar situation – after an hour of trying to get him to sleep and fed up with being treated as a bounce house, I left the room and grudgingly asked David for help (yeah…it’s hard for me to ask for help).  He repeated his previous experiment – went in and got Jack to lay down, told him to wait for mama and walked out, closing the door behind him – and Jack fell asleep without a peep.

Tonight we changed it up.  I gave in to the awesomeness that is ‘David the natural step-parent’ and on his suggestion, I read to Jack and got him to lay down, told him I’d be back in a bit and to wait for me, then left the room.  I fluttered around outside the door for a bit waiting for him to call or cry.  I didn’t even hear a peep.  He fell asleep without making a sound.  When I looked at David he had a huge grin on his face and I guarantee he was thinking, “Yeah, I am so rocking this step parenting thing!”

I’m in awe of both the males in my house.

Not always sunshine and lollipops

Jack slept terribly last night perhaps due to nightmares?  It’s hard to say but he cried out in his sleep without actually waking up.  I stumbled to his room and lay down with him for a bit and he was fine.  Who knows, maybe he was just cold (he refuses to sleep with a blanket).

This morning, he woke up cranky as heck.  He yelled for me at the top of his lungs (getting louder the longer I took to drag myself out of bed).  When I went into his room, he told me he needed to snuggle and take a nap.  I told him it was time to get up and he started crying (well, more like whining as there were no real tears).  He walked over to his bedroom door and tried to shut it several times, slamming it against the frame because he neglected to turn the knob.  When I helped him out he was upset and made me open it again so he could do it.  Then he decided he DIDN’T want it closed – instead he wanted to look for his rocket in the dining room.  He cried that he didn’t want to stand in front of the heater to get warm when I huddled next to it and even went so far as to insist that I take my sweatshirt off (crying when I refused).  I was able to get a shirt and socks on him, but then he didn’t want to wear “that diaper” and would not wear shoes or sandals.  Furthermore, he got upset when my cell phone was referred to something other than a spaceship, did not and then DID want friendship bread, didn’t want to go outside or to daycare this morning, freaked about not having his cup of milk on the way to daycare and then asked over and over again where his friendship bread went (“Dude, you ate it!  It went into your belly!”)…this all in the span of about 45 minutes.

Needless to say, it’s days like this that make me insanely happy that I work.  Now if I just had a sleeping bag with me…

Closer to Two

Jack is 20 months old today.  As I mentioned to Joe last weekend, he is closer to 2 than to 1.  Where has the time gone?  How did our baby get to be so big?  Will I be sending him off to college tomorrow?

Two weeks to the day after starting daycare, Jack has adapted.  Joe dropped him off with no crying yesterday!  Yay!

Last night as I was attempting to nurse him to sleep, he unlatched and laid his head on my chest, whispering “green yellow green yellow” before latching on again.  It was so cute and endearing.  His brain is obviously hard at work trying to figure out colors.  It’s so interesting to witness this stage of development, when he is caught between babyhood and childhood.  And I feel caught, too; I want him to learn new things and grow but I still sometimes wish we could stay in these moments longer.

We all were in bed by 9 last night.  Jack awoke once and we fell back asleep while nursing.  I woke up not too long after and laid him down before looking at the clock to see how much more sleep I could get before the alarm was set to go off.  It was 7am!  I certainly wasn’t expecting that Jack had slept through the night but apparently he did.  I’ve never had such mixed feelings about getting a full night’s rest.  I really needed more sleep!  In any case, I am happy that he seems to be going back to his pre-sleep regression habits and that we weathered the time change without too much fuss.

The dark days

We are in the dark days of the 18 month sleep regression.  OMG, it’s horrible.  Example: I arrived home from work at 5:30 yesterday and Joe was just putting Jack down for a nap.  I said nothing but my mind was screaming “Noooooo!  He’s going to wake up and then be up all niiiiiight!”  He woke up around 9 and then was up until 1.  Oh, and woke up at 8:30 this morning.  Oy.

Today’s nap occured at 3:30 but lasted until 7:30.  I am not even going to think about when he’s going to actually go to bed.

So Joe and I are walking around like zombies and TWICE now Jack has gotten by us with those damned crayons.  His artwork can now be found on the same cabinets I cleaned a few nights ago, and on the dry bar cabinet, as well (oh, he has also decorated his blocks).  We try to keep the crayons away from him when we can’t color with him, but he cries “coleeeeey!” over and over.  He is obsessed.

I guess I would prefer this to the newborn days, and this does serve as a nice little reminder that I don’t want to go through that again any time soon.  (That reminds me – I need to start that pack of BC pills!)

Jack is awfully cute and that helps.  Today he got into a piece of mail and was having a ton of fun playing with the outer envelope that has an address window.  He walked right up to me, stuck his hand in the envelope and then put his fingers to his mouth pretending to eat something.  “MMMMMM!” he said, and then offered me some.  I had no idea Chase sent tasty snacks in their credit card statements (or that Jack could pretend play).

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