Must...sleep...kill you stupid baby molars...
The insomnia. It's bad. BAD. Like someone else, I am known in many circles as a champion sleeper, a direct foil to the hubs who can only fall asleep if the TV is on and the moon is in a certain house. When my sleep juju is stolen by a mysterious force, it upsets me greatly. Especially since now I have to be conscious for most of the day to cater to a highly demanding audience of one.
Because I am pregnant and it is my God-given right to blame most things relating to my body to U.B., of course I blamed the insomnia on him/her. But the past two nights have taught me that my insomnia probably has very little to do with U.B., and probably everything to do with that evil firstborn of mine and how he and the hubs have me whipped like a toothless sheepdog.
Saturday night at 7:30, Isaac fell asleep in his stroller during our evening walk to Starbucks. His "usual" bedtime lately has been the subject of much consternation for us, as it seems that he is not exactly taking to the three-hour time change from his birthplace, but has only aquiesced somewhat, going down between 9 and 10 EDT. He used to be pretty regular about an 8 to 9-ish bedtime PDT, so obviously he has made some strides, but this pushing-10 crap is a little frustrating for mommies and daddies who just want to lay around and watch TV. Or for pregnant mommies who want to stuff their faces without fear of toddler food envy. But I digress -- With the 7:30 bedtime, we hoped he was just tired, and that he would sleep through, as he does more frequently now. But no -- dude was up and wiiiiiiide awake at 1 AM. It took me until 3:30 to get him back to sleep, and that was with about an hour of interrupted screaming in his crib in the dark to get him used to the idea that is so very bourgeoise to us, that people need to be asleep when it is dark as death outside. Clearly he has a full life waiting for him on the club scene. After that, he slept until 8:30, but I woke up pretty much once an hour, anticipating a screaming, wakeful relapse.
Last night was a similar adventure, but for me, not him. He was down at 9:30, then up for a second at 10:45. He slept through till 6 this morning, but Dada said he coughed a lot until 2, and would intermittently cry out once, then go back to sleep unscathed. I didn't know any of this, but evidently all of his noises woke me up, because I slept fitfully and kept waking throughout the night.
I have blogged before that I am the sole responder to Isaac's night wakings. We tried, very briefly, to have Dada help, but he is completely useless because, even once the deed is done, Dada himself is incapable of getting back to sleep. So the burden falls on me, a job I willfully and gladly take, but all I can think is that these boys better get their act together on the sleep-end before U.B. emerges, or I will be the living dead.
All this said, Isaac really is getting much, much better at the sleep thing. Most nights, actually he will sleep through, but we have found that his sleep quota is a completely unluxurious 9 1/2 hours a night, tops. But then today I discovered why the past few days in particular have been such a struggle for him. Two weeks ago, his first top molars poked the tiniest little periscope through his inflamed gums, both at the same time. Today I felt around in his poor little mouth, and the top left molar has evidently been trucking since then and is almost all the way through. As if that wasn't enough, his left and right bottom first molars have each sent a pointy little scout up to start the process. All together? This means the boy is erupting FOUR molars ALL AT ONCE. Is this supposed to be biologically possible? His pediatrician told us to expect one at a time -- I guess he's a mutant or something.
Because I am pregnant and it is my God-given right to blame most things relating to my body to U.B., of course I blamed the insomnia on him/her. But the past two nights have taught me that my insomnia probably has very little to do with U.B., and probably everything to do with that evil firstborn of mine and how he and the hubs have me whipped like a toothless sheepdog.
Saturday night at 7:30, Isaac fell asleep in his stroller during our evening walk to Starbucks. His "usual" bedtime lately has been the subject of much consternation for us, as it seems that he is not exactly taking to the three-hour time change from his birthplace, but has only aquiesced somewhat, going down between 9 and 10 EDT. He used to be pretty regular about an 8 to 9-ish bedtime PDT, so obviously he has made some strides, but this pushing-10 crap is a little frustrating for mommies and daddies who just want to lay around and watch TV. Or for pregnant mommies who want to stuff their faces without fear of toddler food envy. But I digress -- With the 7:30 bedtime, we hoped he was just tired, and that he would sleep through, as he does more frequently now. But no -- dude was up and wiiiiiiide awake at 1 AM. It took me until 3:30 to get him back to sleep, and that was with about an hour of interrupted screaming in his crib in the dark to get him used to the idea that is so very bourgeoise to us, that people need to be asleep when it is dark as death outside. Clearly he has a full life waiting for him on the club scene. After that, he slept until 8:30, but I woke up pretty much once an hour, anticipating a screaming, wakeful relapse.
Last night was a similar adventure, but for me, not him. He was down at 9:30, then up for a second at 10:45. He slept through till 6 this morning, but Dada said he coughed a lot until 2, and would intermittently cry out once, then go back to sleep unscathed. I didn't know any of this, but evidently all of his noises woke me up, because I slept fitfully and kept waking throughout the night.
I have blogged before that I am the sole responder to Isaac's night wakings. We tried, very briefly, to have Dada help, but he is completely useless because, even once the deed is done, Dada himself is incapable of getting back to sleep. So the burden falls on me, a job I willfully and gladly take, but all I can think is that these boys better get their act together on the sleep-end before U.B. emerges, or I will be the living dead.
All this said, Isaac really is getting much, much better at the sleep thing. Most nights, actually he will sleep through, but we have found that his sleep quota is a completely unluxurious 9 1/2 hours a night, tops. But then today I discovered why the past few days in particular have been such a struggle for him. Two weeks ago, his first top molars poked the tiniest little periscope through his inflamed gums, both at the same time. Today I felt around in his poor little mouth, and the top left molar has evidently been trucking since then and is almost all the way through. As if that wasn't enough, his left and right bottom first molars have each sent a pointy little scout up to start the process. All together? This means the boy is erupting FOUR molars ALL AT ONCE. Is this supposed to be biologically possible? His pediatrician told us to expect one at a time -- I guess he's a mutant or something.
posted by Claire at 6:29 PM
3 Comments:
ohhhh poor little guy. Benjamin's all came through at the exact same time too and it was NOT good times over here. NOT. GOOD. TIMES.
Luckily, as I recall, it was a week or two and then over. Until the canines... OY.
I heard Rbelle say that HER baby was doing the same thing.
I now shiver in fear of the molar.
Things seem much better now that I've concocted my special bedtime recipe of Tylenol and then a spot of Baby Orajel on each of those eruptions. Still, not terribly pleasant. For any of us.
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