My Dearest Baby Boy Landon -
I so treasure the time we spend together. The times without sis, where you seem to relax and "cuddle in" to me. I know that you sense how precious these times are to me. However, last night was absurd. You and I (and your dad and your sister) know it.
You woke at 10:30pm and I quickly gave you some medicine that you should have taken hours before. You drifted back into sleep and I naively thought "ahhh, success". You then forced me out of bed at 12:15am with wails of terror as if you were screaming "OMG - MY PACIFIER. WHERE IS IT!?!?"
I slithered into your room and replaced your plastic mute button hoping that was the only thing you needed. Instead, your sister was now awake (the joys of sharing a room). I decided to use a trick that worked for months before. I placed you both in the same crib and turned on some music. Harper turned her little face right towards you (as you screamed at her) and closed her eyes. Apparently, your screams were the only music she needed.
Things went on like this for an hour before I asked your dad for help. You see...you were now calm in my arms and sister was wondering where her cribmate had gone. I handed your sleeping, heavy body to your dad so he could continue to rock with you as I picked up Harper. You had other plans. You would have none of that.
You wailed. In his arms, at his face, at that wall, at the ceiling. You wailed as he calmly tried to explain that sleep is necessary to function and that we aren't trying to punish you by making you sleep, rather we are trying to help you. You wailed as if some one was hurting you. You wailed like we weren't cuddling you and warming you up and keeping that plastic piece of delightfulness in your mouth. Your poor dad. He's a patient human most hours of the day but no one is patient at 2am, son. No. One.
I placed a calm-ish Harper back in her crib, music and mobile on and walked over to take over for your dad. We tried the "same crib" technique again and you calmed down enough for Harper to reach her dainty little hand over, pat you on the head, stroke your face a little and....wait....she was covering your nose - was SHE TOO annoyed at your sounds and trying to suffocate you?! Okay, it was adorable at first but now was the time to swaddle her one arm down and let you breathe.
The clock struck 3am and I was certain you weren't going to sleep. So I changed and fed you as if to say "you won, you got me". Content - you knock out cold. Landon - 1. Mommy/Daddy - 0.
I hope you realize that your three hour cryfest last night was not worth it. You cried incredibly too long for a small feeding. Learn from this. The squeaky wheel may get the cheese - but is it really worth it for a slice of fat free generic single? No - hold out till the morning for the good stuff.
Sincerely,
Your I'mSurvivingOnCoffeeToday Mom
