Let me tell you about my night.
Typically, I don't write about one specific occasion. Usually my posts consist of multiple events followed with fun pictures to go along. But, right now, it is 7:30 a.m. and I am awake.
Last night Talmage was being really fussy, and he refused to do anything but cry so I rocked & rocked him until he fell asleep. He went down at 7 p.m., which was the time that he usually has dinner from a jar. I thought, "I will just feed him when he gets up." Okay- this was a BAD IDEA. I have learned that even if you alter your babe's bedtime routine just a *little* everything gets thrown off. He slept until 9:30...and, since I didn't want him going to bed hungry, I gave him his full jar of chicken & vegetables. I skipped bathtime, because it seemed way too late at night for that.
In order to calm him down for bed, I rubbed lotion on him and put him in his jammies. For the next 2 hours I tried to get him to sleep again. At 11:30 p.m., I konked out in my bed, completely exhausted.
Two hours later, he woke up screaming. Rock, rock, rock. Back to sleep. Two hours later, screams. Rock, rock, bounce, pat. Back to sleep- sort of. One hour later, screams. We both cry, rock, bounce, feed, burp, rock. This continued until 7:30 in the morning, when he was WIDE AWAKE. Guess what? The very earliest he wakes up is 8 a.m., and I rely very heavily on that. Momma needs her sleep!
I love my son very much. Aside from all the hoopla, I think he is the most perfect baby in the world. But nights and mornings like this are difficult. And I have had many :) I'm not sure whether to rip my hair out or laugh hysterically because it is all so ridiculous.
On the up side, yesterday was a productive day for Jonathan & I. We spent hours working on a big school project of his, got an oil change, washed the car inside and out, I cut his hair, and somehow among the craziness of last night we managed to still have time for scriptures...
Here's to hoping I get some sleep tonight. :)