I am eating cheese and crackers right before bed. This is probably ill-advised, but I am SO HUNGRY. The past two nights have been off-the-map bad for sleep, basically in ruinous desert territory where sleep is a form of creative drifting, of falling into shallow pits in the earth and being clawed back out and flung onto the sand. How's that for metaphor. Don't answer, please. CJ has a nasty snotty cold and has been unable to sleep in his playpen (at least at night) at all, for two nights. He crawls around screaming and crying as soon as we lay him down; ergo, we don't. Ergo, we hold him and walk him around (Kevin) and hold him and nurse him (me). Constantly. I had these early morning dreams of eating vast trays of sweets, candies, cupcakes, sugar-topped rolls, gorging on them till I woke feeling guilty and ... hungry, apparently.
It felt like I slept no more than twenty minutes at a stretch last night. Kevin said every time he woke, he'd hear or see CJ sucking away at me--that, or whimpering, choking on snot, and trying to crawl blindly off the bed.
It's late, and we can't get CJ down again tonight. And he's still sick, so we can't let him cry anything out, assuming anything could be cried out. People do this, right? People let their babies cry? I have very little resolution and strength on that subject. I am weak weak weak with compassion and desperation to sleep NOW in the middle of the night, which may explain why our baby is still mostly in bed with us, seven and a half months on.
I'll tell you what last night reminded me, though. It reminded me that you don't really know tired till you've been wakened all through the night feeding a baby, on consecutive nights. I had to nap today, seriously no choice, and I was crashed out cold (Fooey watching TV; CJ taking a proper nap in his playpen--why, oh why does he like it during daylight hours??). That was what life was like every single day for months after CJ was born; and now it already seems rare--I'd already forgotten that must-crash-out sensation.
Okay, I've eaten enough cheese. This should hold me through the night.
Labels: kids, sleep