Wednesday, October 13, 2010
By the third night, she had no trouble falling asleep, and then "accidentally" slept in her own bed the whole night just from sheer exhaustion. I showered her with praise and let her play with Leapster for like 5 hours. While I slept some more.
After that, it was a full week of alternating nights of up-all-night and coma sleep.
Then she got a head cold and all bets were off. Audrey is the biggest baby about head colds. She literally slept better after breaking her arm and getting 20 stitches in her face from a dog bite. God, she is such a miserable pain in the ass with a cold. All night long it's "I need a tissue!" "I need Vicks" "My nose is locked!" "I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!!!!" So I caved and we were back to square 1.
After she recovered, we got back in the saddle and progressed basically as before. Eventually, she bagged two nights in a row. A couple of times she'd come barrelling into my room in the middle of the night, and I'd start my usual effort of dragging myself out of bed, only to see that she was just standing in the doorway and before I got up she had already turned around and brought herself back to bed. Sweet!
Our biggest issue now is getting her to understand what is an acceptable time to come in and wake me up. I can handle 6:00, but anything earlier is considered the middle of the night in my book. We've had several pre-6:00 wake up calls, with the earliest being 4:45. She comes in all woo-hoo, where's my Leapster? I'm not sure how to get her to understand it. I can't really say to wait until it's light because the sun's coming up pretty late these days and she's never slept until 7:00 in her life. I can't go with a clock in her room because I'm afraid that she would get too obsessed with it. I do have a clock radio on my nightstand that I think she looks at when she comes in, and is starting to get why some days she gets a parade thrown in her honor and some days she gets a slipper thrown at her head.
So we've made some good progress, but are still working out the kinks. Today was a 5:30 wake up call. I'm trying to tell myself that we are still getting better and more solid sleep even with the early rising, but I dunno...to me, 5:30 is 5:30 no matter how good you've slept during the night. I tried to keep some perspective about my little problems as I watched miners 8 through 11 be rescued at the crack of dawn this morning. I mean, c'mon. They've been trapped 2,000 feet under the earth for 69 days in unbearable heat and claustrophobic conditions. They had it much worse than me...right? I wonder how they slept down there...
Posted by Lynn at 11:59 AM