Maybe Next Time

After resisting several attempts to get him to nap, Simon finally fell asleep in the swing at 6:08. At 6:20 I figured maybe I'd have enough time to get some exercise, but just as I started, Simon woke up crying at 6:26. An 18-minute nap! Then I tried to nurse him back to sleep until 6:45, but he just squirmed and squirmed. It looks like today is going to be worse than yesterday.

A Fun Schedule

Yesterday was fun. It went like this:

3:45 a.m. - 8:55 a.m. - Simon sleeps with me

9:00 a.m. - 1:00 p.m. - Simon sleeps in his swing

1:00 p.m. - 2:25 p.m. - I nurse him and he goes back to sleep

4:40 p.m. - 6:00 p.m. - Simon and I nap (1 hour, 20 minutes)

7:45 p.m. - 8:15 p.m. - Simon and I nap (30 minutes)

10:15 p.m. - 10:45 p.m. - Simon and I nap (30 minutes)

12:55 a.m. - 1:35 a.m. - Simon and I nap (40 minutes)

4:30 a.m. - Simon finally goes to sleep.


Today is looking no better. I'm sure sick of napping. Most of the time I don't actually sleep, which makes it even more boring. I really don't know how much longer I can do this. I have no energy. He's supposed to be up for no longer than an hour and a half between naps. How intensely tedious! Right now he's not interested in his second nap, and frankly, neither am I. But it must be done. I'll give it another try.

Hating

Simon won't sleep these days without a huge screamfest. He slept on me from 2:15 a.m. to 3:00 a.m. I guess he then assumed, "Hey, mission accomplished." It's now 4:00 a.m. and he's awake and screaming. I absolutely cannot stand him fussily "nursing" on me anymore. I can't do it. That's what he wants, but even then he's wide awake and squirming around. So, no, I'm not doing it. My life is rotten. He's in the bedroom with Michael now. I'll see how long I can listen to him scream before I "rescue" him.

It's All An Ordeal

Yep. Everything is so damn difficult. Simon will not sleep unless I'm with him. I have to hold him all night and for every nap. He demands access to my breasts. Unrestricted access. It doesn't matter how long he's been asleep, if he rouses even slightly and finds the nipple is not in his mouth, he roots around for it and cries if he can't find it. It is driving me mad. I've tried to distract him by holding him and rocking him, but he will scream until I give in and let him "comfort nurse."

There's no way I can put him down once he's asleep. It doesn't matter if he's been asleep for 45 minutes--the moment I put him down he wakes up and cries. That's not normal. And he will not take a pacifier anymore. He's not fooled, I guess, and he hates it. I'm so sick of laying down with him. I spend way too much of my time laying in the dark passing the time by imagining things I could be doing. I am losing my mind. I hate it. But I can't find another way to get Simon to go to sleep. I sometimes get lucky and find he's fallen asleep in his swing, but this only works for daytime naps and only a few times a week.

So, I have almost no time to myself these days. I can't slip away and do stuff while Simon's sleeping, 'cause I'm right there with him. I guess it's my fault he sleeps so poorly. His sleep habits are just getting worse, and I don't know what to do. Do I hope he grows out of these habits on his own? That's pretty lame. I'm not doing a very good job of being a mom.

Couldn't Be Sweeter

The storm has passed, at least temporarily. Simon's all smiles and gurgles today. Oh, he's up to other things as well, like toe-grabbing and napping, but most of them are cute. Thank you, God. My sweet baby is back! We're experiencing a minimum of crabbing so far today.

Sadly, I've just been amusing Simon by putting uncooked linguine between his toes. He thinks it's funny. He keeps raising his feet in the air for me to grab them. I'm not made of stone.

I Choose To Believe...

It must be the 3-month growth spurt. It's just gotta. Simon is very cute and mostly sweet, but he's been so crabby lately. God forbid he fall off my nipple while he's sleeping--oh, the screams! And often when he wakes up, more screams. It's been a nice few days over here.

Rainy Day Stuff

It's raining pretty hard right now. We're trapped in the house. Well, I'm trapped in the house, with Simon. We ain't goin' nowhere.




Michael has managed to escape. He's off to, among other things, check out some beanbags for possible future purchase. While we're in the market for only one beanbag, you've got to check out a lot before you find Mr. or Mrs. Right. The beanbag deficit is the one thing holding this house back from being Party Central.

This is what I'm spending my day doing:





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