Mama bed.

I've been telling people for a while that our lives seem like they're getting back to normal...we're getting lots of sleep at night, although littlest one can be trying, for the most part she's loads of fun, and generally we are doing really well.

This false sense of security came to a screeching halt the other night.  For some reason 2 nights ago, littlest one woke up at midnight, and proceeded to call for one of us...at the moment I can't remember which, and I can't even remember who went in there first (translation - must not have been me).  So Matt went her room, comforted her, laid her back down, gives her paci's, a drink of water, and then comes back to bed.  About 2 minutes later, she calls for us again.  This time I go...do the same thing, go back to bed.  5 minutes pass, Matt's back in there.  Another 5, I'm in there.  But this time, I'm tired of it, so I ask her if she'd like to go lay down in mama's bed.  "Yes."

(BTW, if any of you have heard Miss Muffet talk, she has a very distinct "yes"...)

Off to mama's bed we go, and she snuggles right up, and I think even might fall asleep for a few minutes.  But then she wakes up and proceeds to toss and turn...touch Matt..."dada home"...feel my hair..."mama bed"...."hi daddy!"..."wake up dada!"..."mama go?...there ee is!"...."dada go?...there ee is!"...then us, "ssshhh, it's night night time, go to sleep"..."mama bed"....  And this goes on for another hour.  2 am comes and goes - no one is getting any sleep.

Around 2:30 or 3 Matt decides she needs to go back to her crib.  So he takes her and the water works start, and after he puts her back to bed she cries and cries and cries until I can't stand it anymore, take my pillow and decide that she and I can sleep in the spare bedroom - at least one of will get some sleep that way.  As soon as I pick her up, she says "mama bed", and cries HARD when she realizes that we're going into the guest room.  Ugh.  Matt comes in and rescues me, and back we go to mama's bed.  Joy.

So, Little Miss flops around for another hour and a half, when I think she finally gets tired, and starts crying, cause she's not comfortable or something.  At that point, all I can think of to do is change her diaper, and give her some tylenol, just in case something hurts and she couldn't tell us what.  She FINALLY fell back asleep and slept great, while Matt and I endured toes in the back and a flopping 1.89 year old until 6:30 when the alarm went off.

It was miserable, and we were both a wreck the next day.  Matt mentioned that it reminded him of the dark days of having a new born!  Ha ha!  We decided not to wake her when we got up, and Matt stayed home with her yesterday, since she slept until 8:45 in morning.  She still doesn't seem sick or anything, so we can't pinpoint what was going on that would cause her 4 hours of insomnia in the middle of the night.  Last night she tried to pull the same "mama bed" thing, and after a tag-team bedtime routine, we finally got her to lay down in her crib and go to sleep.  She did call out for her dad at 2:36 am this morning, and I noticed that he didn't go in there...good thing she didn't call out for mama!

Bring on the Time Change.

The sun rose at 7:32 am this morning.  The drive into work at 7:40 was beautiful.  The sun was hitting the Flat Irons magically...I on the other hand felt and feel like I've been hit by a truck and wish I could crawl back in bed.  I'm not sick...just tired.

It's weird...I don't think I've ever looked forward to a time change...as this weekend we adjust from Daylight Savings back to "Regular" time...I can't wait!  I don't know what it is, but apparently this year my body is very attuned to waking up with light.  The past few weeks of getting up in the dark has been MISERABLE.  This week I've even gotten to cheat...I had to get up Tuesday, but Wednesday we slept in, cause we thought little-one was going to be too sick to go to school, then Thursday since we had found out that little one WAS too sick to go to school, I got to sleep in again...granted, my sleeping in is only until 7:45...but it feels GLORIOUS.

I never really understood the mantra of "I NEED COFFEE"...and today I finally get it.  I went down to make my morning latte and felt like I was bumbling around and couldn't do ANYTHING without making noise.  1st the coffee machine was out of beans, then it was out of water, then I got my double shot of coffee roasted, and knocked over my coffee cup...so I had to start over!   Finally, I was ready to steam my milk, and I was out of milk and had to go get the new milk out of the cooler outside.  I do love my glass bottles!  I do believe it took me 20 minutes to get my coffee made and get out the door.  Then in my tired caffine-lacking faze, I closed the garage door, waking up little-one, so she and Matt had to get up too.  

So bring it on - getting to sleep until "7:35" (with the time change adjustment - i.e. 6:35) will be a dream.  I think I'll adjust my clocks tonight.