I have been blessed that for the majority of Bear's 16 months on earth he has been a great sleeper. I have always been a little afraid to say anything for fear of jinxing it. He usually sleeps a solid 13 hours a night with at least 2 hours of nap time or more during the day. I'll duck while you Moms throw something at me.
Last night my illusions of grandeur were shattered. I stayed up late talking to the hubby and we didn't settle down to sleep until around 12-12:30ish. Around 1 a.m. Bear started crying out some. Now it's not unusual for him to cry out a few times in his sleep. So I listened for a little bit on the baby monitor to see if he was settling down. He continued the cry outs for awhile so I decided to peek in. Big mistake.
The little whimpers I heard before were nothing compared to the full on wails of a child who realizes Momma is up and in his room. MUST.GET.OUT.OF.CRIB.NOOOOOWWWWW. OK so I get him up and lay on the couch in his room for awhile rubbing his back. Typically this works if he is upset. Then I lay him down. Big mistake, again. So I leave the room for a bit hoping he will settle down and fall asleep on his own.
I go through this until somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:30 a.m. Trying out milk, juice, food, back rubs, baby Motrin until we finally both crash at 4:30 in my bed. At 8:00 a.m. he awakes refreshed and ready to party. Momma, not so much. I get up and feed him breakfast and let him play for as long as I can stay awake and then put him down at 10 a.m. for a nap. It is 1:48 and he is still down. I know I need to go wake him up or potentially incur the wrath of an angry toddler at 3 a.m. tonight but ugh I am tired. And yes, I did take a nice nap from 10- 1. Thank God I am not working. I still don't know what caused last night's up all night baby fiesta. No fever, not hungry, not thirsty, not cold, not hot, clean diaper. I guess we can chalk this one up to teething. Thank God for the Dove milk chocolates I bought last night at the store. They make anything bearable.