Yesterday I was in a bad place about sleep, which was probably clear from my post. I didn’t know what to do about a kid who was up every hour and nursing vigorously all night long. Almost at (another) breaking point, I decided to try Ibuprofen on the theory that it’s his two year molars bothering him. He definitely has one breaking through and more on the way but I’ve never found painkillers to be particularly helpful in that department in the past. In retrospect this may be because he spent the first half of his teething career screaming all night long with tummy aches from dairy, and for the second half he was intermittently sick and sleeping horribly anyways.
So, yeah, I gave him some Ibuprofen at bedtime. He woke up once to nurse around 1:30 and was probably up for 4 minutes total. Then he woke up when G came to bed at 3:45 (he works a lot) but clearly B just wanted to be asleep. He told Daddy to go oler there to the other side of the bed and asked me to sing to him. He said, “Mama sing to you again!” a few times and finally fell asleep. Without nursing or even asking to. Well, shucks. He was sleeping horribly because he was in pain and I am the world’s meanest mom for being mad about that.
Sometimes I feel like I have been cursed with the world’s worst sleeper. I’m guessing B feels like he has been cursed with the world’s biggest amateur. Seriously every time I am about to snap we find out there was some cause for his waking and the guilt washes over the rage. Maybe once he finally gets all his teeth he will in fact magically sleep through the night on his own. <Cue hysterical laughter.>