Chloe has never been a great sleeper. I can’t say I don’t deserve this – my mom tells me I didn’t sleep through the night until I was 4. I can only hope that that’s not what we’re facing!! There are nights when we can see the light at the end of the tunnel, where we think that maybe, just maybe, she might be figuring out this whole sleep thing. Then, inevitably, she gets a cold, starts teething, we stay out past her bedtime, she figures out how to crawl, bedtime changes because of daylight savings….something happens that messes with her sleep.
This week it’s a cold/ear infection/teething. We’re up many, many times a night. I’m lucky to have a wonderful husband who gets up many of the many, many times. But….I’m still exhausted and usually half asleep and zombie-like when I go in to get Chloe back to sleep.
At about 4AM last night she was crying, so in I went. As I got into her room, I couldn’t figure out where she was!! Common sense would suggest that since I could hear her screaming I’d know she was there. She can’t pull herself up to standing, let alone climb out of her crib, so, again, you’d think I’d know she was there. But it was the middle of the night and I was half asleep, so I couldn’t find my screaming baby curled up in the corner of her crib.
I’m sure it was really only about 2 seconds before I spotted her, but considering that I knew she had to be within about 8 square feet, I felt pretty silly that it took me that long even. In my sleep-deprived defense, she normally scoots down to the bottom of her crib and instead had moved up to the top….
Okay, it’s still pretty sad. I think we all just need a good night’s sleep!!
I have a great little brother, Roarke, who is 7 years old. He lives about 2 hours away and we only get to see eachother every couple months. He and his mom just moved so that they’re about a block away from my dad, so he’s been getting to spend more time with him, and as a result, I’ve spent a lot more time talking to him on the phone. Between our phone conversations and seeing eachother every now and then, he makes me laugh a lot. Since my sister-in-law got pregnant, there have been some great baby-related ‘Roarke-isms’ that I don’t want to forget!!
- Justin and Becky called Roarke to tell him they were pregnant when they were about 9 weeks along. His mom was in the background feeding him questions, so he asked, “How far along are you?” When they told him they were 9 weeks along, he responded, “Well why didn’t’ you tell me 9 weeks ago?!?”
- Then he started suggesting names for them. His favorite show is Ben 10: Alien Force on Cartoon Network. So Roarke suggested to Justin and Becky that they name their baby “Ben” if it’s a boy and “Gwen” if it’s a girl, because that’s like Ben only for a girl. They said they hadn’t decided on any names, but Roarke was pretty insistent.
- Roarke and my dad came to visit when I was about 6 weeks pregnant, so we told them in person. Roarke’s response was, “but you’re not even fat!!” Becky was starting to show, and the typical image of a pregnant woman is when she’s big towards the end, so I can see where that was coming from. I didn’t fit into his schema for someone who’s pregnant – or “fat” as the case may be 😀
- I called my dad one day when he and Roarke were hanging out. I had just started experiencing morning sickness, so when my dad asked how I was feeling, I told him this. Roarke heard tid-bits of the conversation and then asked my dad what that was. My dad very nicely explained to him that sometimes when a woman is pregnant, she gets an upset stomach. After that, Roarke and I talked for a minute, then he hung up with me and immediately called Becky to see if she had a stomachache.
- After we heard the heartbeat, I called my dad to let him know. Roarke was just coming in the door, so I got a chance to talk to him as well. He asked something along the lines of ‘why did you call’ or ‘what have you been doing’ so I told him that we’d heard the baby’s heartbeat and I wanted to tell dad about it. He responded, with a tone implying that I was crazy, with, “You heard the baby’s heartbeat…huh…” I quickly changed the subject, because I didn’t think I’d convince him!!
I still have a hard time believing that Roarke is as old as he is. I was there when he was born and was one of the first to hold him, feed him, change him, etc… It was amazing. I imagine that it will be even more special with our baby next summer. And I can’t wait to see how Uncle Roarke handles having baby nieces and/or nephews around next year!!