I really thought Kellan deciding to wake up every 2-3 hours was as bad as it could get.
I mean, that’s just enough time for me to fall asleep, get into a deep sleep….and then be jolted awake again. How could it possibly get worse?
Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong WRONG.
It can always get worse.
You should never, ever test baby sleep fate. Never.
I cannot stress that enough. NEVER.
Don’t say your child sleeps like a little angel because it’ll come back to bite you in the ass.
Mark. My. Words.
For the laaasst…week…probably more…Kellan has decided that two hours – MAX – is what he’s gonna do. Period. No amount of coaxing or coercing will sway his decision (Hello, Type A Dragon baby) (This is the Chinese year of the dragon, FYI)
He is also coming to the conclusion that the binky is not the booby and DO NOT put that terrible replica of what I really want into my mouth so help me god or I’ll scream louder.
About the sleep, though…I’m too tired to even deal with the binky issue other than to shove a boob in his mouth and try to get five minutes of sleep.
Do you have any idea what it feels like to have to wake up almost every single hour of the night?
For A WEEK?!
Lemme drag out my back hoe, run you over with it a few times and then toss in a good, robust beating with a Louisville Slugger.
I’m beyond zombie status.
Between the constant wakings, super short naps during the day, Kellan wanting to be held or constantly entertained (hello? I’m bored, mom!) and everything in between, I walked into the bathroom this morning as Tim was getting ready (because Kellan decided 5:30 was a superb time to wake up for the day), my hair looking like a pack of blue jays had made their forever home in it, and was straight faced, barely able to focus my eyes on anything all, “I NEED SOME SLEEP.”
And then promptly walked right back out.
I think this is what happens during the 12 week growth spurt combined with the 12th Wonder Week (cognitive/physical skill development stuff).
Basically, the seventh circle of hell with a baby permanently attached to my boob.