Friday, August 28, 2009

This is the definition of Murphy's Law

So Rob and I have a system. Maddie usually sleeps pretty well -- she'll get up once during the night sometime in the 2-4 am time range, have a bottle and then go back to sleep. But once she wakes up, sometime between 5 and 7 am, she is fitful. Happy, but fitful. She drifts in and out of sleep, wakes herself up by kicking her feet a lot, but clearly still wants to sleep. So what we do is, I get up during the night -- as I seem to do better with this and am able to fall back asleep. But anytime after 5 am is Rob's time, thus allowing me a little bit of uninterrupted sleep before he has to go to work. It works really well until we have a disruption and then everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

Like when Rob has to be at work by 5:30 am. Yeah, that's a sign for disaster, and I knew it. I totally knew it would happen. In fact last night when Maddie started getting ready for bed, as I gave her her bottle and she fell asleep after about half of it, I said, and I quote, "This does not bode well for me."

Even though Maddie has slept through the night (at least 10:00 pm - 5:00 pm) almost every night this week, and has been pretty much sleeping from 10 pm - 4 am and then sleeping more until 7 am for so long I'm having trouble remembering a different schedule -- last night would be THE NIGHT.

Here's a definition of Murphy's law: Maddie went to sleep at 9:30 am. She slept until 2:30 am. She had her bottle and went back to sleep at 3:30 am. She woke up at 4:00 am and every 15 minutes thereafter. Somewhere in there she had the hiccups. Somewhere in there she'd kicked off her blanket and kicked herself awake. I would go in and calm her, she'd fall asleep totally dead to the world, I'd put her down climb into bed and 15 minutes later, she'd be awake and crying. That's right, I got up 6 times between 4 and 5:30 am, when I finally decided to get up. At 5:30, I decided to give her another bottle. As I carried her to the kitchen, I stepped in cat puke. Nice treat. She fell asleep during her bottle. I went to bed, only to be woken by Grey Cat who had snuck into the bedroom while I was feeding Maddie and was meowing at the door to get out. She slept for an hour after that bottle. So at 6:30 am, we were up.

Luckily, Maddie is really a morning person. She was smiling and laughing so much and talking up a storm, so much so that it made me laugh and smile despite my lack of sleep. With all her energy, I decided to get out the activity mat and let her wear herself out. Which she promptly did. I was able to curl up on the floor next to her and the two of us fell asleep -- phew, bliss. Until 5 minutes later when the maintenance man arrived to fix our toilet. So I'm done for. Maddie has fallen back to sleep. I've given up. I figure at this point if I try to sleep, we'll get woken up again and at least Maddie should get some sleep. I have coffee, whereas she does not.

If I add up my sleep total for the night, I think it falls somewhere in the realm of 4 hours. But at least Rob will be home after lunch and a nap will be possible. The bad news is Rob potentially has to work both Saturday and Sunday at the same time -- so the chances aren't looking good. I may be calling Grandma tomorrow and asking her to come over for a spell.


A Fuss said...

I got my nap! And just as an aside, Maddie apparently fussed non-stop during my nap time. So Rob got to have the full experience.

Net Ghost said...

Poor Alex! I hope things were better today.