Life Cycle of Sleeping
May. 29th, 2014 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
celeste_noelaniIliana is one of those kids who just doesn't sleep. She's always been a restless sleeper, but when she's working on a developmental milestone, she literally gets 5 hours of sleep a day total. Including naps, if she takes them. And this is total hours that she sleeps. Not the hours available for the grown ups to sleep. During developmental milestone phases, her usually restless sleeping turns fitful and argumentative. She needs to be rocked, patted, and soothed almost constantly. And in the middle of the night, she's just up for a few hours. Just cuz.
At the beginning of the month we transitioned her into her own bed in her new bedroom, and the transition was going remarkably well. Remarkably. Ian and I were rediscovering each other and ourselves. I felt more rested than I have in years.
And then, she was ready.
She wasn't interested in potty at all, and I am definitely one of those "they're ready when they're ready" kind of moms. I don't push; I encourage and support. So when Iliana was the only kid in her preschool group to not be potty trained, I didn't sweat it. But then I think she realized that's she was, well, the only kid in her preschool group to not be potty trained. On Saturday she nonchalantly stated that she needed to pee on the potty, and she has been peeing on the potty ever since.
YAY!
But boo, because this means that starting Friday night, she has been exhibiting some serious sleep disturbances. The other night I was up with her until 4:45. The next night, Ian was up with her until 4:30.
We are delirious.
We're starting to break through to the other side, and we've officially given up on the not bringing her into our bed in the middle of the night thing (we were successful for the first weeks of our new sleeping arrangements) so it's back to part time bed sharing. This is better, but only just. We are slightly less than delirious today and I felt less inclined to actually eat the children, but still. I can't wait for her to just get it, pee on the potty, sleep in her bed, and be done with it. It'll happen, and I'll miss my baby blah blah blah but right this minute I just need to sleep.
Ian is in with her right now, trying to get her to sleep for the first time of many we'll go through tonight. I'm listening to them on the "baby" monitor and feeling grateful that it's not me in there with her right now. I'll go in as soon as I post this and I'll rock her and tell her that I love her. But right now she's with her dad and I could not be happier about that.
Earlier today I was complaining to Ian that she wasn't napping again, and mentioned that I was thinking about running away. (Not really, but yes really.) A moment later, she was asleep so I'm hoping that I have the same kind of complaining magic here, and that spending paragraphs talking about how horribly sleep deprived I am right now will help with something.
Hahahaha I am such a dear.
At the beginning of the month we transitioned her into her own bed in her new bedroom, and the transition was going remarkably well. Remarkably. Ian and I were rediscovering each other and ourselves. I felt more rested than I have in years.
And then, she was ready.
She wasn't interested in potty at all, and I am definitely one of those "they're ready when they're ready" kind of moms. I don't push; I encourage and support. So when Iliana was the only kid in her preschool group to not be potty trained, I didn't sweat it. But then I think she realized that's she was, well, the only kid in her preschool group to not be potty trained. On Saturday she nonchalantly stated that she needed to pee on the potty, and she has been peeing on the potty ever since.
YAY!
But boo, because this means that starting Friday night, she has been exhibiting some serious sleep disturbances. The other night I was up with her until 4:45. The next night, Ian was up with her until 4:30.
We are delirious.
We're starting to break through to the other side, and we've officially given up on the not bringing her into our bed in the middle of the night thing (we were successful for the first weeks of our new sleeping arrangements) so it's back to part time bed sharing. This is better, but only just. We are slightly less than delirious today and I felt less inclined to actually eat the children, but still. I can't wait for her to just get it, pee on the potty, sleep in her bed, and be done with it. It'll happen, and I'll miss my baby blah blah blah but right this minute I just need to sleep.
Ian is in with her right now, trying to get her to sleep for the first time of many we'll go through tonight. I'm listening to them on the "baby" monitor and feeling grateful that it's not me in there with her right now. I'll go in as soon as I post this and I'll rock her and tell her that I love her. But right now she's with her dad and I could not be happier about that.
Earlier today I was complaining to Ian that she wasn't napping again, and mentioned that I was thinking about running away. (Not really, but yes really.) A moment later, she was asleep so I'm hoping that I have the same kind of complaining magic here, and that spending paragraphs talking about how horribly sleep deprived I am right now will help with something.
Hahahaha I am such a dear.
