Infant sleep patterns are counterintuitive and so not like adults'. For example, generally, the earlier they go to bed at night, the later they will sleep in the morning (to a point, there's that "sweet spot" hour you have to find). And if they go to bed late, they tend to sleep fitfully and/or wake up early. And it's not every time; it's sort of a gamble. Then there's that whole issue with daytime naps affecting nighttime sleep. If the daytime nap schedule is normal, then nighttime sleep tends to be normal. But if they miss naps or don't get as much sleep as they need, nighttime sleep can suffer. And that's what we had the luxury of dealing with last night.
Anya took 3 very short (~30 minutes) naps yesterday (don't know why) and was pretty tired by bedtime. She woke up at 11:30pm, and then was more or less awake until sometime after 3am. She just wanted to be up and playing, not stuck in her crib. I am actually not sure what time I finally got to go back to sleep. And to add insult to injury, poor Chris had to get up early today for a hellacious day of meetings at work. For his sake, I hope the coffee kicks in and he can stay sharp.
Our little angel is currently sound asleep. I'm awake and groggy and cranky. I'm also halfway tempted to be spiteful and walk into her room right now and yell "Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I of course won't, since a) she's just a baby and didn't do it on purpose (I'm a mature, rational adult *ahem*) and b) I'd be the one suffering more if I had to deal with a cranky, tired baby on top of being a cranky, tired mom. Man, I don't do well when I don't get enough sleep.
But last night prompted me to jot down the main song I sing to Anya when I'm trying to lull her to sleep. I sang it when she was a newborn, substituting verses each time until it eventually morphed into the lyrics below. Knowing my brain, I'll forget it in a year or 2, so here it goes for record-keeping:
My version of Hush Little Baby
Hush little baby don't say a word, mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
and if that mockingbird don't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
and if that diamond ring turns brass, mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
and if that looking glass should break, mama's gonna buy you a coral snake
and if that snake slithers away, mama's gonna buy you a piano to play
and if that piano's out of tune, mama's gonna buy you some wooden shoes
and if those wooden shoes should rot, mama's gonna bake you some Tater Tots
and if those Tater Tots should burn, mama's gonna buy you a potted fern
and if that potted fern should die, mama's gonna bake you an apple pie
and if that apple pie's too tart, mama's gonna buy you a horse and cart
and if that horse and cart won't budge, mama's gonna make you some chocolate fudge
and if that chocolate fudge is too sweet, mama's gonna knit some socks for your feet
and if those socks get holes in their toes, mama's gonna pick you a sterling rose
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Update. I'm exhausted. I had to run uphill for 6 blocks to barely catch my bus. And I have meetings ever minute of the day. I hope you read this and feel bad when you're 20.
This has been happening to us too for the last couple of days...Luca has decided that this whole "being a big boy" thing is boring and has reverted back to an infant sleep schedule and has decided solid food sucks. I can't wait to find out if this is a blip or the beginning of a pattern.
Hang in there...
you too Agnish? Ugh, parenting is hard sometimes. Let's hope it's just a blip or perhaps Luca is teething.
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