The time has come to complain a bit. Aspen has never been what I would consider a good sleeper. In fact she loathes sleep unless one of us is sleeping with her in which case she’ll nap like a champ. Although her sleep habits have left lots to be desired they have worked okay with our family. Neither Bob nor I have really suffered because of her sleep or lack thereof.
Until now. For the past three or four weeks she has been teething. Let me rephrase that. She has been teething for the better part of the past four months but only recently her sleeping has been disturbed. In fact, she often cries in her sleep, crawls in her sleep, latches onto daddy’s nose in her sleep or simply decides to crawl off the bed in her sleep. This makes for a restless night for all involved. So much so that I have been a Zombie for weeks. In fact I saw a picture of myself the other day and could hardly recognize the sleep deprived person staring back at me.
They warn you before you have kids that this lack of sleep thing is a real possibility but you never think you would be one those people; one of those tired, cranky people who complain about not getting enough sleep. I know once this passes I will easily forget what it feels like. But for now I am barely making it through my days. I thought this Zombie state was for parents of newborns, not the mother of a teething nine month old.
I was prepared for this when I had a newborn. I know what that entails. I know that you must change the diaper every feeding even at 3 am but this I was not ready for. The biggest difference is when I had a newborn I didn’t have to go to work. I could sleep when the baby slept. I could ignore the dishes because they were not as important as resting. As the mother of a 2.5 year old and a 9 month who works out of the home full time resting is not the most important thing. Getting us dressed, fed and out the door on time seems to be the most important thing. I am thankful to have a boss who forgives me when I arrive 15 minutes late because he was the father of twin boys who he claims never slept through the night until they were 4 or 5. I am thankful for him.
I am ready for this to be over. I am afraid to say she only has 4 of the 20 baby teeth we expect her to get which really means she is only 20% through the teething process. Which really means I am so in for it! For now I just hope to make it through my day without freaking out on the man who forgives my tardiness and long for the days when I feel like myself because I got some much needed rest. This monster who has taken over my body will only be suppressed by sleep which at the moment I cannot give her. Today I am thankful I work less than a block from a Starbucks.
Until now. For the past three or four weeks she has been teething. Let me rephrase that. She has been teething for the better part of the past four months but only recently her sleeping has been disturbed. In fact, she often cries in her sleep, crawls in her sleep, latches onto daddy’s nose in her sleep or simply decides to crawl off the bed in her sleep. This makes for a restless night for all involved. So much so that I have been a Zombie for weeks. In fact I saw a picture of myself the other day and could hardly recognize the sleep deprived person staring back at me.
They warn you before you have kids that this lack of sleep thing is a real possibility but you never think you would be one those people; one of those tired, cranky people who complain about not getting enough sleep. I know once this passes I will easily forget what it feels like. But for now I am barely making it through my days. I thought this Zombie state was for parents of newborns, not the mother of a teething nine month old.
I was prepared for this when I had a newborn. I know what that entails. I know that you must change the diaper every feeding even at 3 am but this I was not ready for. The biggest difference is when I had a newborn I didn’t have to go to work. I could sleep when the baby slept. I could ignore the dishes because they were not as important as resting. As the mother of a 2.5 year old and a 9 month who works out of the home full time resting is not the most important thing. Getting us dressed, fed and out the door on time seems to be the most important thing. I am thankful to have a boss who forgives me when I arrive 15 minutes late because he was the father of twin boys who he claims never slept through the night until they were 4 or 5. I am thankful for him.
I am ready for this to be over. I am afraid to say she only has 4 of the 20 baby teeth we expect her to get which really means she is only 20% through the teething process. Which really means I am so in for it! For now I just hope to make it through my day without freaking out on the man who forgives my tardiness and long for the days when I feel like myself because I got some much needed rest. This monster who has taken over my body will only be suppressed by sleep which at the moment I cannot give her. Today I am thankful I work less than a block from a Starbucks.
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