June 11, 2002
It is just WAY too

It is just WAY too late. Here it is, 1am, and I haven't slept yet. I was being good, getting ready to go to bed around 11:30 or 11:45 or something. And I was *tired* but I had reminded myself that sleep was necessary and I'd finally decompressed enough to do so.

Then Ryan started fussing. So I calmed him, and went back to getting ready for sleep.

Then he fussed again. So I snuggled him and rocked him and he went back to sleep all comfy like. And I finally crawled into bed.

A half hour later his fussing was not ignorable anymore. So I got up, and tried to calm him. Didn't work. So I sent Kevin down for a bottle and he had to make up more formula and then finally he came back up with one. And Ryan drank it, got to the end, woke up (he'd been ASLEEP) and started fussing again. So I dragged him downstairs and got him more. And as we're coming back up the stairs Kevin's calling out "He hasn't been crying, oh, so you've *got* him."

I was like yeah, otherwise he'd have been screaming for you. So we settled back into the rocking chair and he finally spits out the bottle and so there he is. Ryan's wide awake, Kevin's asleep again, and me, I'm miserable. So Ryan's in his crib talking to himself, and I can't go to bed because he's so wide awake and I just really can't sleep when one of my kids is conscious. Not to mention that the babbling keeps me up anyway.

If he doesn't go out in a few minutes I'll try the last of the bottle and see if he'll take it. He's actually getting too big to cuddle easily in the rocking chair -- he slips and slides all over the place.

Okay, no more talking -- he's fussing again. Time to try again.

Posted by Deb Atwood at June 11, 2002 01:09 AM
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