Posts tagged ‘Sleep’

November 11, 2011

Daylight Savings Time Is My New Nemesis

To be fair, I didn’t have a nemesis before. But I certainly do now.

Monday of this week (the week after “falling back” an hour, due to daylight savings time), I put Jacob down for a nap at about 4:15. He chattered in his crib for a while and finally fell asleep at five o’clock. From what I know about his sleep cycles, I expected him to wake up at about 5:40 for dinner.

Six o’clock rolled around, and nothing, not a peep from him. Okay, I figured, this is going to be a longer nap—an hour and twenty minutes rather than forty minutes.

By quarter to seven, I still hadn’t heard anything from the little guy. I got hungry, and had dinner as quietly as possible. It was weird that he was still sleeping—and I was already starting to dread the five a.m. wake-up I saw on the other side of this thing—but there was no way I was going to wake up a peacefully sleeping baby. At eight o’clock, still nothing. At this point, I was reflecting on how lucky it was that I’d changed him into some comfier pants before his “nap” started. At least he wasn’t spending the whole night in jeans. How teenager-y of him that would have been! But he already eats like a thirteen-year-old, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.

Finally at nine o’clock, I heard him cry and went in to see him. John was working late, and neither Jacob nor I really knew what to do. Should he have dinner? Should I just put him back down?  I gave him some water, and rocked him for the duration of one rosary. I put him back down and after a short cry, he seemed to go back to sleep. At ten o’clock, he woke up again. This time I went in with a snack and water, and for the first time ever, really, he sat on my lap, cradled in my arms like you’d expect a baby to be, and we snuggled. It was peaceful and warm, and I would have stayed there longer if I wasn’t worried about the next morning.

Unfortunately, my concern was well-grounded. All week since, naps and nighttime sleep have been kind of wonky. Which means I’ve felt kind of wonky. I delayed this post until Friday, hoping to have some kind of conclusion about how long it takes a baby to adjust to DST. More than a week if the mama remains unwilling to consent to six a.m. wake-ups. I guess I need to revisit the letter I wrote Jacob last March. His memory isn’t all there yet, so I suppose I can’t blame him for forgetting.

But then again, this is life with a baby—just when you think you have a schedule established, something changes that keeps you from showering for longer than you’d like to admit. Thank goodness for husbands who stick around a little longer in the mornings to help make sense of the day. Let’s hope there’s a better resolution to this before spring!

October 31, 2011

When Everybody Wins, Everybody Loses (Sleep)

The decline in posting last week was due, in part, to the pending URL switch (which is becoming even more troublesome than it seemed at first glance). The other, more considerable factor was a heavy case of pre-travel anxiety.

 

Whether the trip is into Manhattan for an afternoon or across the country for a weekend, I always get nervous before we travel away from home. Weeks before our departure, I’m mentally packing, figuring out what we need more of before we leave (and then inevitably bringing too much of something), deciding how it’s all going to fit into bags, which bags we’re going to bring, and so on. To say I stress myself out is an understatement. Still, I wouldn’t have us not go anywhere. The more we travel, the more confident I am. And this last trip certainly presented its share of challenges.  So where did we go?

 

 

Canada!

 

For some reason I’ve wanted to go to Canada for years. Whenever Canada came up in conversation I’d tell John, “I love Canada,” despite never having been there. This year, John told me at my birthday that we were going to make my dream come true, and so we just returned from a long weekend in Montreal.

 

I love being in bilingual places. And apparently I have a very convincing “bonjour” because lots of people responded in French and then switched to English for us like it was nothing. The only person who seemed embarrassed by assuming we spoke French was the woman who cooed over Jacob for a good two minutes, rubbing his back and everything, before realizing that John and I were giggling because we had no idea what she was saying. She later told us to be extra careful with Jacob, because he’s so cute he might get kidnapped. Um . . . thanks? We laughed a lot that breakfast . . .

 

We spent most of our time in the old part of the city. I love that village-y atmosphere, but we did manage to get on the subway and see some of the more distant stretches of the city as well. More on that later.

 

When we planned the trip, we knew that traveling with a toddler would be challenging. We considered going just the two of us, but quickly realized I’m just not ready to be so far away from our little man for so long. Making that decision was the first instance of lost sleep.

 

Although Jacob napped surprisingly well while we were away, his nighttime sleep was not what it is at home. We were up every night for about two hours.  When we got back home last night, it seemed as if we are going to have to relearn this whole sleep-through-the-night thing. Here’s hoping tonight goes better! This little development is a bummer, for sure, but either he came with us and I didn’t sleep or he stayed home and I didn’t sleep. And with the former, we ended up with pictures like this:

 

 

So I’d consider that a win.

September 20, 2011

Mommy’s Bedtime Ritual

Even before we started weaning the little man, there were a couple of nights when he slept through his eleven o’clock-ish feeding.  This was often the feeding that got me to stop blogging or Internet surfing or working and get to bed.  When it didn’t happen, I just had to look at the clock, realize it was much too late of my own accord, and go to sleep.

Those nights I was surprised to find I had some trouble falling asleep.  I tend to stay up too late, so I was relying on utter exhaustion to knock me out.  But no such luck.  I couldn’t seem to get my mind to stop spinning. Despite having just had some time to myself, I didn’t feel relaxed, didn’t really feel ready for bed.

And then I realized: nursing Jacob relaxed me just as much as it soothed him.  A couple of these nights, I lay in bed, wishing he would wake up to nurse.  When he did, I leaped out of bed and into his room.  Once I got back to my bed, I slept, quite literally, like a baby.

When he didn’t, I just had to wait it out and kind of learn how to fall asleep again. It had been a long time since I had fallen asleep on my own, and now I sympathized with the little guy even more—it’s really not such an easy thing to do!

Thankfully, John and I have recently started reading Anna Karenina to one another in the evenings, after dinner and our rosary.  Now that Jacob’s sleeping through the night, a bedtime story is just what I need to get some good shut-eye.

It’s crazy the things you learn from your kids.

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