4 posts tagged “insomnia”

I love Baby C. He cracks me up. Since he's still not sleeping through the night (he still wakes up hungry every two to three hours) and hasn't quite started storing up his poops for one gigantic explosion one day (and he may not ever do it - not all babies do), it's inevitable that he will grunt and push and poop during one of his nighttime feedings.

Which means I have to change him. I can't very well let him sit in his own poop all night, even if it's for just a few hours.

So, after his 2:30 feeding (during which he grunted and pushed and pooped... loudly), it was time to change him. And all was fine, at first, since he tends to fall asleep while eating. I hurried to clean him up and get a new diaper on him, and I almost managed to finish without waking him. But just when I thought I was in the clear...

POP!

He opened his eyes wide and gave me an adorable toothless grin.

And, of course, when your baby smiles at you, you can't help but smile back.

Which then led to a smiling contest.

And it meant he was going to be wide awake for a while.

The end result is that he winds up sleeping in our bed about as much as he sleeps in his own. I can't play with him at 3 AM, his daddy can't play with him at 3 AM, and, quite frankly, no one should be awake at 3 AM!

One of these days he will sleep through the night, and he'll be in his own room the whole time. Until then, I'm going to treasure these late night/early morning moments with him as best as I can. After all, it comes with being a new parent. When else are bags under your eyes considered a badge of honor?

Whenever I think of this time, I think of "Always in the Back of My Mind" by Spandau Ballet. It's a fairly deep track from their Parade LP - scary that I can remember all these little details but forget much of the bigger picture. If you know the song and the lyrics, you'd understand why this time reminds me of that song. If you don't, well, I won't bore you with the back story.

Anyway, it's been a fairly restless night. I can't say that totally, of course - I got a few hours of solid shut eye between my increasingly common trips to the bathroom. But I'm awake now, and short of going on a cleaning spree in the kitchen, I really don't know what to do, hence my surfing the 'net. (The kitchen cleaning spree is starting to sound lovely, except that I will probably be sore after just a few minutes.)

I suppose I ought to crawl back into bed and try to go back to sleep. Even if today is Friday, I still need to make it through one more day before I can spend all of tomorrow morning asleep. And tomorrow, I have a prenatal massage awaiting me at the nearby Omni Resort. Yes, I think I will go to bed now. I've got tomorrow's massage to anticipate.

But first, I'll see what I can quickly put away in the kitchen. :-)

I've been awake since about 3:15 and finally gave up around 3:45 on the hopes of being able to fall back asleep. At least it's Friday and I can sleep in a little bit tomorrow. Well, except that we're going to take our aged computer equipment to Winter Haven (a good 35 minutes away) to recycle it in the morning before my father-in-law arrives (I think he's coming tomorrow). But at least it's Friday.

So, Wednesday night, anticipating that I wouldn't sleep through the night, I ran a load of laundry. I figured that if I woke up in the middle of the night, I could at least transfer the clothes to the dryer and be productive. Well, I slept through the night, waking up at 5 - at which point I transferred the clothes - and then folded them before I left for work at 8:15. By last night, I had no laundry to run, the dishwasher wasn't full yet, and the recycling had just been picked up, so I am actually caught up on housework. Even my shoes are neatly lined up in my closet!

I just paid all my bills (love that Online Bill Pay) and balanced my checkbook. Once Chris wakes up I can shred all traces of my existence (my payment stubs, anyway) before I get ready to go to work super early. [sigh] Beyond that, I really have nothing to do.

Martha Stewart would say that I should use this time to tile a table for the outdoors or develop next month's dinner menu or something ridiculous like that. The sad thing is that if the nursery was cleared out and ready for primer, I would probably start painting! But as it's not, I think I'm going to crawl back into bed and keep my husband company for the next half hour or so, then get up while he's in the shower and eat some cereal. That's enough excitement for me.

I woke up about 2 hours ago from a weird dream. I dreamed that I went in for the big FASU and just got a checkup instead because I didn't give the technician the little form from the doctor. And then once I got back home, I realized what I had done but still needed to stop and get a blank VHS tape to bring with me, which Walgreens didn't carry.

There are so many things wrong with that dream, I don't know where to begin. For starters, the whole purpose of this visit is to get the big FASU - it's a different building altogether and I won't see my regular OB. Second, Chris would be there with me.

I'm losing my mind.

Friday I dreamed that Chris was complaining about not having any clothes to wear, and I actually tried to engage him in conversation (real life) about how he still has plenty of clothes. Once I got home Friday night and questioned him about it (both of us completely coherent), I realized that, yes, it must have been a dream. No wonder he didn't know what I was talking about that morning.

So, Chris will be up in about an hour now, and I'm hungry. I think I'll treat myself to a bowl of cereal before I crawl back into bed and try to sleep for a couple of hours. It may work, it may not. All I know is that today is Monday, and Mondays are my crazy days - not because I'm coming back from the weekend and, like most people, it's harder to get out of bed. No, it's because lots of things I work on are due on Mondays and Tuesdays. And today will be a long day... especially if I can't get back to sleep!