For the third night in a row, Boo has been up. I’ve no idea what is going through his toddler brain, other than bright lights and a loud voice demanding, “TIME TO GET UP NOW!” Of course, that’s just speculation on my part, but judging by the results, probably pretty accurate.
This kiddo has slept through the night since he was about three months old. Yes, I know how lucky I was. Now, however, it seems I’m paying the price. Nobody ever told me that if they don’t have you up at night for the first six months, they would later on. Some weird sort of ‘buy now, pay later’ sleep thing. And the accrued interest may kill me yet.
The added fun, of course, is that Cubby, our newest clan member, hasn’t mastered sleeping through the night yet. At 2.5 months old, nobody expects him to. It does, however, make things quite interesting when Boo has decided to be up as well.
Honestly, I feel like a nocturnal pinball, whizzing and bouncing madly from one baby to the other. Let me describe the night time events.
It’s about 2am. Boo starts wailing. I stumble into the room, hoping that I can just lay him down, rub his back, and have him drift off. Yeah, no. The boy is UP. So, in the interest of not waking the rest of the clan, I bring him into the living room. He promptly grabs the remote and attempts to stuff it up my nose in an effort to get the preschool channel turned on. In sheer self defence, I comply, and he cooperates w/a diaper change.
Oh. Dear. Heavens. It’s a children’s show that is a nightmare invention from a bad LSD trip. I swear that’s the only possible explanation. The colours, the monsters, the music. And of course, Boo’s immediately enthralled and addicted. I can hear my adult brain screaming in pain, and starting to self destruct and melt, as there’s no other escape.
As I’ve resigned myself to gray matter oozing out my ears, Cubby begins to wake up. But of course! No way could only one baby be up at a time, silly Mommy!
No sooner am I settled w/Cubby, feeding him a bottle, than Boo strips off his fresh diaper…and proceeds to pee on the living room rug. Perfect. No wrangling of nocturnal aminals could be complete w/out some body fluids being splashed about.
Bottle finished, burping completed, Boo re diapered (backwards this time…I can never find the duct tape) and Cubby is snoozing. Boo finally goes back into his crib and settles down around 4am.
And a few short hours later, everyone is up, and Wolf asks how my night was.
And, here’s the real insult to injury…the last two nights that Boo’s been up, Cubby has been sleeping longer than he ever has. Last night, for the first time ever, he slept for five hours. His brother, however, ensured that I kept my sleep-no-more-than-3 hrs-at-a-time schedule.
One day, I’ll sleep through the night again…surely by the time they move out. Right? Right?!