Okay, that’s not completely true, but I think any new parents out there would count it just as much as we have. Sam started his last feeding before going down for the night at 9:00. We were woken at 4:00 to a VERY hungry child. That’s 7 hours, folks! I’d say that counts as a full night’s sleep; it’s exciting that maybe we might be coming to a point in our lives where only one person has to get up in the middle of the night and we can trade interrupted nights of sleep instead of just trading off the more unpleasant of the middle-of-the-night care times.
So, from whence the title of this blog, you ask? Well, just when we start to have light at the end of the tunnel in regards to sleepless nights, Sam had developed the distressing tactic of resisting sleep. Always before he would take a feeding and go into Food Coma, a deep and undisturbed sleep from which he would rouse only with difficulty. Now, though, he fights to stay awake – he thrashes, he cries, he sucks his fist – all in the battle to resist the silken succor of a restful sleep. He’ll fuss and object to any and everything only to drop off in Emily’s arms as she swings him in the air (no baby can resist the power of the Emily swing!). Heaven forbid she tries to put him down or even take a break by sitting down on the couch, though!
I had heard from other parents that, just as you get a handle on one thing, babies (and the people they turn into) throw a curveball and you move into a different new hell. The reality of that is beginning to dawn on me with terrible clarity.