1:00 a.m.
Question: Why is it that my body always seems to start functioning in not-so-convenient ways at 1:00 a.m. in the morning when I'm trying to get one very awake 13 months old back to sleep?
First, as I was leaning over the crib rail patting her on the bottom, my nose started to run, so I had to quick grab a cloth diaper to wipe it. Then after the whole bottom patting didn't work, I tried rocking her. Well by then, my bladder kicked in and with every glider rocking motion forward, it screamed at me, "EMPTY ME SOON OR ELSE YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT WILL HAPPEN!". So, just when I thought I had her back to sleep, I slipped her back into her crib and made a b-line for the bathroom, only to have a now screaming child waiting for me when I got back.
Next, we moved down the hall to the spare bedroom, so as to not wake up hubby. I forgot that I didn't put the sheets back on, but said screw it and laid down with her on the mattress pad and pulled up the comforter. Within a couple of minutes, my nose started burning and the sneezing commenced. Lovely. Which then made my nose run again. Joy. It's no wonder I couldn't get her back to sleep. Once the nose settle down, then my stomach started grumbling like that of a bear who just came out a long winter hibernation. Breath in, quiet, breath out, GRUMBLE. Breath in, quiet, breath out, GRUMBLE. And so on.
Finally when all of that settled down and Sofia dozed off with my arms holding her tight, I fell asleep. But not for long because I woke myself up sucking air like I had just run a five miles for the first time in years because in some weird twisted dream, I was running around with Sofia in my arms yelling at everyone to help me because she was growing scales by the minute.
After checking her to make sure she indeed did not suddenly grow scales, I carried her back down the hallway and went in her room to put her back in her crib and discovered that I had not put the crib rail down when I fetched her in her screaming state earlier. Apparently my brain issues started well before dreams of a reptile daughter. What did I do? I did my very best to put her in without dropping her too much as I stood on my tippy toes. She went right back to sleep.
At 3:40 a.m., I crawled back into bed. And I slept. Soundly. Until the alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.
(Note: We are leaving tonight after work for Chicago, so I won't be blogging until we get back. Unless I hijack my MIL's computer. Have a great holiday weekend.)
First, as I was leaning over the crib rail patting her on the bottom, my nose started to run, so I had to quick grab a cloth diaper to wipe it. Then after the whole bottom patting didn't work, I tried rocking her. Well by then, my bladder kicked in and with every glider rocking motion forward, it screamed at me, "EMPTY ME SOON OR ELSE YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT WILL HAPPEN!". So, just when I thought I had her back to sleep, I slipped her back into her crib and made a b-line for the bathroom, only to have a now screaming child waiting for me when I got back.
Next, we moved down the hall to the spare bedroom, so as to not wake up hubby. I forgot that I didn't put the sheets back on, but said screw it and laid down with her on the mattress pad and pulled up the comforter. Within a couple of minutes, my nose started burning and the sneezing commenced. Lovely. Which then made my nose run again. Joy. It's no wonder I couldn't get her back to sleep. Once the nose settle down, then my stomach started grumbling like that of a bear who just came out a long winter hibernation. Breath in, quiet, breath out, GRUMBLE. Breath in, quiet, breath out, GRUMBLE. And so on.
Finally when all of that settled down and Sofia dozed off with my arms holding her tight, I fell asleep. But not for long because I woke myself up sucking air like I had just run a five miles for the first time in years because in some weird twisted dream, I was running around with Sofia in my arms yelling at everyone to help me because she was growing scales by the minute.
After checking her to make sure she indeed did not suddenly grow scales, I carried her back down the hallway and went in her room to put her back in her crib and discovered that I had not put the crib rail down when I fetched her in her screaming state earlier. Apparently my brain issues started well before dreams of a reptile daughter. What did I do? I did my very best to put her in without dropping her too much as I stood on my tippy toes. She went right back to sleep.
At 3:40 a.m., I crawled back into bed. And I slept. Soundly. Until the alarm went off at 6:00 a.m.
(Note: We are leaving tonight after work for Chicago, so I won't be blogging until we get back. Unless I hijack my MIL's computer. Have a great holiday weekend.)
posted by Mama T. at 8/31/2006 01:59:00 PM
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