I am beyond exhausted, having not slept more than five or six hours a night for the past week. I haven’t had this little sleep since Robbie was seven weeks old. Some of it is my issue – the tossing and turning once I’m in bed. But a great deal of it is Robbie’s.
Let’s take last night, for example. He took a bath and was in bed by 7:30. Not too early. Not too late. Just perfect, actually. And it was, for about an hour. Then, all I heard was, “Mama! Maa-maa! MAAA-MAAA!” To which I would respond, “What?” And I’d get any variety of response. “I want water.” “Car. Boo boo.” (The car had fallen – been thrown? – over the side of the crib). “Love you. Night night.” And on. And on. And on.
He kept this up for five hours. I’m not kidding. Not exaggerating (yes, I’m known to do that). I finally went to bed around midnight, and he was still playing in his crib. Well, maybe not playing. More throwing everything out of his crib. For the first time in a month, he slept in an empty crib with room to stretch out.
But that didn’t last for long. I woke up around 5:45 and desperately had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t ignore it any longer. And, I wanted to get that last 90 minutes of sleep. I crept out of the room, snuck down the stairs, and had almost made it back up the stairs when I heard him. He pulled himself up and started right back into the “Mama! Maa-maa!”-ing.
That was it. There was no going back to sleep for anyone. Robbie was not in the mood to be dealt with – and, in all honesty, neither was I. I left him in his crib watching Sesame Street and tried to go back to bed. It didn’t really work.
Tonight, fortunately, Robbie was down for the count about fifteen minutes after I put him to bed. And now I’m ready to take my turn at trying this whole sleeping thing. I’ll let you know how it works!