Monday, September 24, 2007

my college sophomore

Gabe and I got back from California almost two weeks ago, and we're still in the depths of sleep hell. Gabe seems to have a slight problem with time changes and new homes and switching from cribs to pack and plays and back to cribs again. I don't know what his problem is, because I'm not having any problems sleeping. I mean, as long as you don't count the 8 month old screeching from his crib as a problem.

Before we left for California, he was doing pretty well. We were sleeping from 9pm until about 7 or 8am, when he would wake up to eat, and go straight back to sleep until 11am. 11am! 14 hours of sleep! Sure, he woke up for those 15 minutes at 7 or 8 am, but this was a small price to pay for 14 hours of sweet, non-screeching sleep.

Then we went to California, and it all went to hell in a handbasket, or whatever that saying is. He was getting up at midnight, and 2am, and 4am, and then up for the day at 7am. At each of these wake-up times he was desperate for milk, even though he'd eaten just 2 hours beforehand, and he didn't seem to understand that since he hadn't been drinking milk at 2am for the last 2 months, my boobs were no longer producing milk for the 2am shift. So there was a lot of screeching.

My mom would wander out of her room at 4am during these fits to offer helpful suggestions like, "Maybe he just wants to play for a while?"

I was desperate for him to sleep again. It felt as if now that I'd gotten a taste of life without sleep deprivation, I couldn't possibly go back. We were in California for 2 weeks, and two days before we left, Gabe finally started sleeping through the night again. 12 glorious hours of uninterrupted sleep. And then, of course, we left.

I tried to talk to Gabe about the fact that this was HIS ROOM, HIS BED, HIS SHEETS, so he didn't need to wake up 8 times a night. Apparently he missed the memo. The other night, between 12:30 and 2:30 am, I went into his room to soothe him no less than 15 times. I'd rock him for a minute, put him down, tiptoe out of the room, and 5 minutes later he'd start screaming. To make matters worse, he picked up a cold on the plane, AND he is getting 4 teeth at the same time.

It's been a long couple of weeks, that's for sure.

Having parents that live in California is difficult on so many levels, and this is just one of them. I want to go visit my parents and Josh's parents as often as possible, and I'm desperate for Gabe to know his grandparents, but this traveling is kicking my ass. Since Gabe was born, he's been to California 4 times and Florida once. 5 trips in 8 months! Plus, it seems like he is having a harder time adjusting as he gets older. When he was 5 months old, it took him a day to get back into his regular routine. This time, it's been almost 2 weeks and counting.

I'm tired, my friends, very very tired. Keep your fingers crossed that we'll return to our regularly scheduled baby who sleeps like a teenager.

5 comments:

Knitting Mama said...

I hope Gabe's sleeping habits go back to normal.

Hope all is well with you guys! Any Montreal plans? :) I'd love to get the birthday boys together!

Yankee T said...

Hope he gets back in his routine soon. "Sleeps like a teenager." I love it. So true. I always say that if sleeping were an Olympic sport, my kids would medal every time.

Chatty said...

oh wait- if he has a cold, you may want to bring him in for an ear check...? I forgot to mention that yesterday.

Angie said...

My babies all needed routine and the consistancy of sleeping in one bed all the time. Sorry you having sleep troubles. Changing beds can also cause babies to develop colds. New places to sleep have new germs. I come from a long line of generations of women who passed down alot of fairly good common sense info. Nearly everything my grandmother warned me of has come to pass. Even the colds and the changing to place of sleep too often.

Beth & Rob said...

I hear ya! I though that things were meant to get easier? Ha! I am so sleep derprived and tired and over it and I am sick of the sound of my own voice whining. It is so boring but I am finding that the older Daisy gets the more she needs things to be the same. Same time for sleeps everyday. Same. Same. Same. Which is boring. boring. boring. And surely teeth aren't necessary. I just wish that her top 2 that seem to be causing her problems would come down already! So much fuss and sadness for them and still no sign. Ok enough from me. Hang in there. It MUST get easier.