Alex has some sleep issues. He has never been a huge fan of sleeping, but because it's pretty important to healthy brain development, we've spent much of his first 4 months of life trying to get him to sleep. He was finally starting to settle into a bit of a schedule, going to sleep around 7:30pm, waking up around 6:30am (for good, he still wakes up several times a night to eat) and then taking a nap around 7:30 or 8am. That first nap seems to be key. If he doesn't get a good first nap of the day, he won't nap well the rest of the day, and then he will be a living terror by the evening. That is what happened today.
And lo, the infant was tired, so the parents set forth on a journey to lull the child to slumber.
The child slept but fitfully, and so, when they had returned, they made fit for bed.
The infant was outfitted in the most absorbent of diapers and the cutest, fluffiest of wool covers,
Tonics were given, and then the infant was nursed to sleep.
This was the ritual on most nights, but on this night, this very night, there was a disturbance.
The child would not eat, but would not sleep.
When wrapped in swaddling cloths, he fussed, but when unswaddled he batted at himself.
He would not consent to be rocked, but screamed when held still.
The baby cried when nursing and cried when removed from the breast.
It was as if the world was ending.
Eventually, he gave way to exhaustion, but the battle was hard fought.
And so goes the saga of the overtired baby.
Normally bedtime takes about 30-40 minutes, instead it took about 90 minutes.
I hear there are babies that sleep. All the books talk about how much babies sleep. At that point I just laugh and laugh until people start talking about soothing drinks.
It's a good thing he's so darn cute.