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Wishing for a sleeping baby
Jul. 10th, 2008 09:55 pmIt's 9:55pm on the first night of my solo-parenting stint while Tom is out of town on a business trip. Tai has been asleep for the last 15 minutes. In another 25 minutes, he'll have been asleep for the longest stretch of time since he woke up this morning around eight. I am slowly losing my mind. We won't count how many days until Tom gets back. On the up side, Mom gets back into town on Monday, so I'll get a bit of a break then.
I made a point of going out today. Mara called - she and Dottie were heading to Holly Park around lunch time and invited us along. Even though she was going to be there in 20 minutes and I needed to shower, get dressed and change Tai I said I'd meet her. I took the world's fastest shower and met her right as she was coming up the street. We didn't hang out long, just an hour, then Dottie needed to head home for a nap (as did Tai). Even so, it was enough to have some adult conversation, to get some sunshine and to give Tai a chance to swing and to flirt with a pretty girl. (He likes Dottie.)
Tomorrow I have therapy and a Moms' group in the afternoon (I actually rescheduled therapy so I could get there). On Saturday I might head out to Berkeley for a Birth Stories potluck for the Bay Area Homebirth Collective. At some point I'm hoping to get together with Anat, and maybe Lisa too - if she's not busy. I'm also hoping to do some long walks - good for my body and my mental state. And it gives Tai a chance to sleep, too.
Poor guy is having a really hard time with napping lately. He keeps breaking out of the swaddler, so I've quit using it. He's pretty good about sleeping through the night in a mix of bassinet sleeping and sleeping with me. But naps just don't work. He flails around and whines and finally cries. If I'm holding him he sleeps, but I need a break too. I've tried nursing him down. I've tried a bath. I've sung to him. Rubbed his head. Let him cry for a few minutes. Let him suck my finger. Rocked him. Read to him. The boy does not want to sleep. I think he gets overtired and then fights sleeping.
While he is an *adorable* baby, and I love him endlessly, and watching him learn is amazing - I'm going to be relieved when he's older. Right now I'm feeling fried and close to the end of my patience. Also - it's 10:08 and he's rustling around again. Some fussing. My reprieve might be over.
I made a point of going out today. Mara called - she and Dottie were heading to Holly Park around lunch time and invited us along. Even though she was going to be there in 20 minutes and I needed to shower, get dressed and change Tai I said I'd meet her. I took the world's fastest shower and met her right as she was coming up the street. We didn't hang out long, just an hour, then Dottie needed to head home for a nap (as did Tai). Even so, it was enough to have some adult conversation, to get some sunshine and to give Tai a chance to swing and to flirt with a pretty girl. (He likes Dottie.)
Tomorrow I have therapy and a Moms' group in the afternoon (I actually rescheduled therapy so I could get there). On Saturday I might head out to Berkeley for a Birth Stories potluck for the Bay Area Homebirth Collective. At some point I'm hoping to get together with Anat, and maybe Lisa too - if she's not busy. I'm also hoping to do some long walks - good for my body and my mental state. And it gives Tai a chance to sleep, too.
Poor guy is having a really hard time with napping lately. He keeps breaking out of the swaddler, so I've quit using it. He's pretty good about sleeping through the night in a mix of bassinet sleeping and sleeping with me. But naps just don't work. He flails around and whines and finally cries. If I'm holding him he sleeps, but I need a break too. I've tried nursing him down. I've tried a bath. I've sung to him. Rubbed his head. Let him cry for a few minutes. Let him suck my finger. Rocked him. Read to him. The boy does not want to sleep. I think he gets overtired and then fights sleeping.
While he is an *adorable* baby, and I love him endlessly, and watching him learn is amazing - I'm going to be relieved when he's older. Right now I'm feeling fried and close to the end of my patience. Also - it's 10:08 and he's rustling around again. Some fussing. My reprieve might be over.
