I will have to go with fluke, for the moment. On July 5, 2009, my little peanut slept like he has never slept before. He slept for 7 full hours, and let me tell you, it was heavenly! We went through his normal bedtime routine, like every night. He got a bubble bath, massage, and jammies. I nursed him and we listened to lullabies. When he was good and conked out, I put him in his bassinet and climbed into bed. I awoke at 2:30 am, at our normal feeding time. But he was still sleeping. I didn't wake up again until 4:35, and the little guy was still fast asleep, but not for long.
He woke up with a yelp at 4:40. Starving and not quite understanding why, that yelp turned into full blown screaming. Thank goodness I was already awake because this is the most terrifying way to wake up! I scooped him up, out of his bassinet, and made my way to the living room to nurse. I turned on some soft, lullaby music, and he ate until he fell asleep again. It is after the last "midnight" or in this case, early morning feeding that I usually bring him to bed with us. There, cozy between his mommy and daddy, he slept for another 3 and 1/2 hours.
That was two nights ago. Last night was a different story! We did not change the bedtime routine, but the daytime routine was all a mess. I knew we, or shall I say I, would pay for this in the end. Max slept, all day, literally! He only woke up to eat. I couldn't understand why my little man was so darn tired. (3 month growth spurt, I'm sure!) When it came to bedtime, it was the same ol' same ol'! Bath, massage, nurse, music, sleep. I put him to bed at 10:00, in his bassinet, and crawled into bed myself.
The first wake up call was at 2:30, on the dot! Groggy and a little upset upon realizing that the night before was probably just a glorious fluke, I got up and fed him. Thirty minutes of lullabies and a whole lotta milk later, he was back asleep and so was I! But not for long! Again, I was woken up by the wailing cries of a "starving" baby! This time it was 5:30. This time I was grumpy and I begrudgingly got up, muttering my discontent to my husband. The next one would be his responsibility! I made that clear!! For the second time that night, we nursed and listened to music until baby was blissfully snoring. Again, I put him in his bassinet and crawled into bed. And like the two previous times before, again he screamed his lovely scream exactly three hours later. Ugh!
I didn't budge. I didn't, I couldn't. I was exhausted and frustrated. I had tasted the divine nectar of an uninterrupted night of sleep and I refused to go back. I had been tempted by the promised land, and I would not take anything less. I did not budge. Nate was forced to get up with the little prince. I went back to sleep. That one night of blissful, restful, uninterrupted sleep had ruined me, and I feared it was not to be repeated. It was a fluke!!
Maybe, this restless night of sleep was caused, in part, but the fact that my fat little monkey is too big for his bassinet. All three times he woke up, he had managed to scoot himself to the top of the bassinet, pressing his head against the rough, wicker sides. Maybe it had to do with fact that he had slept all day long. Or maybe, it had to do with the recent change in weather. Whatever the reason, it was a glorious change in routine! Will we get it back? I hope so!
Tonight we try again. Tonight we try the crib....
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