At any rate, I had a beautiful weekend. We raked leaves and pulled up the vegetable garden for the season. We made tea and hot chocolate to keep the chill out. Every October, Mike and I watch classic scary movies leading up to Halloween, and this weekend we watched Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho. We made drinks and had a grand time. We also watched a bit of the World Series and some football yesterday.
Our daughter, however, at three and a half, is going through one of those spells whereby she suddenly is getting up in the night needing intervention. I remember going through this with Henry too. Our children seem to do the following with regard to sleep:
Year 1: They do not sleep. They nurse and wake frequently and I cry a lot.
Year 2: A switch is flipped. They sleep a normal night and I give thanks to God. *angels sing*
Sometime shortly before Year 3: Insidious fears creep in and they start to (a) refuse to go to sleep at bedtime, and/or (b) wake in the night crying, wanting to be soothed. I begin to wonder if I have done something to offend God. :0 Although much easier to manage than Year 1, after a year of getting normal sleep, it is difficult to transition back to the wakings.
And that's just how it goes. Sometimes, she only wakes once in an entire month. Other times, like what we're going through right now, she wakes every single night for weeks on end. And when I'm out of practice on this boot camp-like interrupted sleep thing that all parents go through, I feel so much more out-of-sorts when I wake. I'm dreaming, and suddenly somebody else's baby is there, crying. Dream Tiffany thinks "where did that baby come from?! Nobody was in this weird, ethereal building a minute ago!!" And then I realize that I am not dreaming, and that that baby is my very own real life toddler who is starting to get angry that nobody has come to her rescue yet.
Last night, Mike was the knight in shining armor by offering to get up instead of me. I hear him open Anne's door and greet her sweetly, and I then I hear:
"I WANT MY MOM."
Anne has this way of making you feel like she doesn't even know you if she's in a bad enough mood. :0 Mike soothed, and she was quiet when he left the room, but 10 minutes later...
I go in, and apparently the situation was quite urgent:
"MOMMY! Ernie has shoes on. How can I take them off?!"
Poor stuffed Ernie. Doomed to permanently wear shoes for all eternity. But more so than Ernie, POOR MIKE AND TIFFANY. It was over an hour before we were all back sleeping. And this morning she was an absolute *entity* of overtired, negative energy.
So, let's backtrack to Sunday Mass. She hadn't sleep well Saturday night either, so apply the above to 10:30 am Mass. :0 We are exhorted in the readings to love God and our neighbor, and so your beleaguered Catholic Librarian was trying to implement both. We had:
- 2 demands to use the restroom.
- Lots of climbing.
- Arguing with, and pushing of, Henry.
- Refusals to sit down.
- Loud stage whispering involving when she will be big enough to ride roller coasters. Really pressing issues such as those.
We made it through, but barely. I'm hoping that this stage passes mercifully quickly.
How was your weekend dear reader? Leave me a comment. :)
I'm sure it was nowhere near so funny in the middle of the night, but the Ernie comment made me laugh out loud. :DReplyDelete
ha ha, yes! :0Delete
When my son started doing a lot of night waking/crying it turned out to be an ear infection. He doesn't really complain when he's hurting, but it affects his sleep. Sounds like yours might be an over active imagination, but keep an eye out for other symptoms? Is it really chilly enough up there for heat already? We're still in the 80s down here, but my family keeps turning down the AC to 74 and then I'M chilly. Not to mention the electric bill, ugh.ReplyDelete
Awwwww. She had been getting a molar recently, so that's a good thought, it may still be bothering her. I wouldn't say it's abundantly chilly here yet (although it will be starting tomorrow, cold front coming through) but somehow *inside* the building it's colder than outside! Weird. :) It's been a little damp, so I think that's contributing. Maybe it's an old lady thing? ;-)Delete
This, too, in time shall pass. Our youngest just turned 18 and reading this made me long for the days when I could go into their rooms and sooth them with a cuddle and a story. Oh well. Grandchildren someday, perhaps.ReplyDelete
Aw, how sweet. :) She is certainly very snuggleable, it is true.Delete