Sunday, March 28, 2010

Stick in the spokes....

Just when you think you got it all figured out, the whole world turns up-side-down. Like I said in the previous post, Gabby has typically been a good sleeper... up until just recently.

Yesterday, just her and I, took a trip to IKEA in the cities, she took a little nap on the way up. We shopped, we shared chicken strips and fries, we shopped some more (LOVE THAT PLACE). On the way home, I figured she would sleep. Ah, no... she was thoroughly intrigue by either "Finding Nemo" or the on-coming traffic and the scenery. Either way, she had no nap on the way home and of course, when we got home all she wanted to do is play. So play we did, then she ate supper. Instead of trying to put her down for a nap at 6pm, I figured I'd play with her until about 7 and then we would work our way into our night time routine. And down she went about 7:30. I was a little worried that she was going to be up either in a couple hours or up at the crack of a monkey's butt in the morning. She slept until 8:30am. (Love that little girl) Keeping that in mind, Saturday is here ... we eat breakfast and play, ready and she goes down for her usual hour and some odd minute nap in in the morning. After daddy got home and they snuggled, I tried to get her down for her afternoon nap... which she usually takes around 3ish for a couple hours. No such luck... she fought me until the end of time. I gave up... (yes, I am a quitter). She ate, daddy left and about 6:30pm she finally went down for the night. Or so I thought. 9:40pm, she was up... drowsy and fought me to go back down. Finally, she went down again (just long enough to get 4 nails polished) and then at 10:40, up again.... and up for good. I tried to let her cry it out. I told her in 5 minutes I would come back in and check on her... I barely got her laid down in her crib and the screaming came. 5 minutes later, like I had promise... I came back in ... gave her some water... and wide awake she is. So we went in the living room, watched a movie. After she figured out how to use my cell phone (kids now-a-days) we went back to her room, she cried, we snuggled, she's fighting to stay awake. I lay her in her crib, she screams, I let her scream for 10 minutes ( :( that was my 'timeline')... then I come back in... she's got the turtle turned up-side-down, the monkey thrown half way across the room and almost one leg up on the crib on her way to 'jumping'. I pick her up, we cuddle, she fights it, she fights it some more... then finally (probably because it's 1:15 in the fricken morning) ... she drifts off to sleep. It's 1:45am, is she down for the night? :(

Does this get any easier? What am I doing wrong? I think I am spoiling her by cuddling with her, but just like that, all of the sudden, she has switched her pattern. :(

Just when you think you have figured out how to ride a bike, someone comes along and throws a stick in your spokes. :( Now, I have to start all over, I may even have to put those damn training wheels back on.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

1 year and (miserably) counting the minutes until bedtime....

I haven't quite decided if I have just become lazy in the fact that I don't make time to write in my blog, or if it's really the fact that I flat out just don't have time. (I choose to believe the latter of the two.) I have even found less and less time to concentrate on my freelance work (hence the not-going-live-with-my-new-site since I have had it completed) :( Some day I will have time for it all. I feel a bit lazy though. I am a stay at home mom and I swear between chasing Gabby around the house, up the stairs and trying to keep the smallest pieces of nothing-ness from entering her mouth, I seem to only have time to get my lazy butt to the Y for class. And even that seems to be a chore lately. My dearest, best-est sleeper since she was born has now turned into a nightmare at bedtime. She has normally been a stay-up-til-almost-ten baby, until I have read that the early they go to bed, the longer they sleep. Well, for Gabby that really seems to make no difference. She could go to bed at 8pm or 10pm and she still gets her almost 11 hours of sleep at night. But, I have found that if I get her to bed early, I get 'some' time to unwind (and maybe clean up the kitchen). So each night we work on going to bed around 8-8:30 and things seemed to be going fine...until I left for Florida on St. Patty's Day. (oh, wait... I mean until I returned home). Up until I left for Florida, she had been going to bed on her own, drowsy. I place her in her crib and out she would go with turtle glowing the stars and the moon on her walls and ceiling and melody playing softly. Apparently, the day before I returned from Florida, she had a bad night. Daddy said she cried like no other when he went to put her down... he thought it was her teeth, or her ears, or something (she has been fighting a chest cold for 2 weeks). So, when I got home Monday night, I snuggled like crazy with her and of course was the one to put her down. We walked into her bedroom, turned on the turtle and the melody and scream bloody murder she did. I hadn't heard her cry like that for a long time, probably since she got her first (heartbreaking) set of shots. So I take her, in arms out to the living room and she sits with daddy to relax and calm down. We try 20 minutes later, and then... probably because she was so tired... she was out within no time, but... I had to rock her to sleep and then put her in her crib. Come to find out (not until Tuesday night) that she would cry like that every time daddy put her in her crib to go to sleep while I was gone. :(

I have been doing a little reading, and ... come to find out... it's pretty normal for little ones her age to do this whole separation-anxiety, having-nightmares, becoming-scared-of-the-dark thing. Really? Really. Really? Now, what the hell do I do to 'fix' it? It took me almost 2 hours to get her down tonight, and finally... after two 'letting-her-cry-it-out's' and me walking out of the room for the 3rd time, she cried for only about 2 minutes and put herself to sleep. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she was completely exhausted from the first 2 times or the fact that she had been sleepily snuggled in the dark in mommy's arms for the past 2 hours.

So... any of you 'mommy's' have any advice on what I should do to ease her (and my) pain come night time... I'm all ears. Wait, hold on... my left ear is deaf from listening to my sweet angel scream into it, so if you could... speak into my right ear. :(

I do still say, even after a frustrating evening... she is the joy to my world and I would have it no other way. However, it breaks my heart to hear her scream like that and almost gag from crying so hard. :(