*Note: Please try not to be worried/concerned about me or Syrie after reading the following blog. In the words of Alexander, I am having a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
I was still laying on the couch when I got a text message at 7 am from a friend asking if we could wear jeans to work today. Bad, bad night last night. Syrie is killing me with this ‘no sleep’ thing she’s got going on. The girl barely takes naps, so you’d think she’d sleep through the night like a pro, but that’s not the case. I put her to bed every night at 8:30 like clockwork. She’ll sleep for an hour or two and then comes her first round of waking up, crying, not wanting anything other than to be held or put in mom and dad’s bed. Last night she was in bed by 8:30, then awake already when David rolled in at 11:15 from work. I finally gave up at midnight and let David take over the task of getting her to go to sleep by rocking her in her room. I was so angry with her, but at the same time David was offering to take over before hand, and I wouldn’t let him. He managed to get her to sleep sometime after midnight. The next thing I remember is waking up to her crying through the monitor and David going in her room and then voila! She was in bed with us. I was so out of it I fell asleep again not realizing this was going against my new "rule" of no babies in bed with us. A few more hours passed and she was awake again, at I can’t even remember what time. It was at this time that I realized she was in our bed, so I swooped her up and brought her in her own room and rocked her. A while after she fell back asleep I laid her in her bed, but it’s like the second she hits that mattress she’s like, “What! What, what’s going on?! I’m up!” I am pretty upset with her at this point, and she’s a SIX MONTH OLD. Pathetic, immature, call it what you want, I basically have zero patience right now and wonder how so many ppl do this day in and day out.
After rocking her to sleep at least three more times and laying her down each time to have her wake back up, I gave up-- shut her door and went down stairs to lay on the couch. Thankfully, Hermes came to my rescue and sat on my chest and I buried my face in his fur, it’s the best! I had earlier shut off the monitor in our room when I took Syrie out of there, so at this point you could only hear her through the walls, which are paper thin, but somehow David slept through the crying for about a half hour (lucky guy), while I laid with a pillow from the couch over my head until 6:30 when my alarm on my phone (which was still in our bedroom) went off. I hear David wake up, go into her room, pick her up and come down in the living room and say, “C’mon Haley. She had the blanket over her face and you shut the monitor off” basically upset with me. How could I do such a thing? Ha! I was so frustrated at that point and tired, I didn’t even have the energy to explain myself, and instead kept my face buried in the comfort of Hermes' fur. David made her a bottle, took her upstairs where she ate, cried, ate, and then fell asleep. I finally got off the couch at 7:20, went upstairs and took a shower and was headed out the door by 7:50. When I left she was sleeping on his chest.. in our bed. Syrie-1 Parents-0.
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| This is a picture David sent me around 10:30 am with the caption reading, "I'm sorry I made you sleepy mama. I had a tummy ache from toots." Ha Ha, how can I stay mad at that! As you can see from her sleepy eyes she just woke up. |
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