Bella decided to wake up 3 times last night. 9, 12, and 4. By 4 I was so tired I just slapped her on the boob and woke up to her passed out on me. I put her back in the crib and hoped that would hold her over to, say, 8am.
At 6:15 she was up. Yelling loudly from her crib. Sam went in, changed her, and brought her back. Now, when she was little, she would just nurse once more, then snuggle up next to me and fall back asleep for 2 hours.
Well not anymore. She not spends at least an hour bouncing while holding on to both of us, pulling my hair trying to climb up me, poking my nose and eyes, playing with Sam’s ears, throwing her paci, chasing the kitties off the bed, and trying to heave herself off so go after them on the floor.
I usually put her back in her bed after a few minutes of this, but this morning I was so tired and I wanted her to sleep. So I tried to lay there, with my eyes closed, hoping she’d get bored and fall back asleep. Instead I became a jungle gym and I had to try to maneuver her away from the edge of the bed.
Then she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. HARD.
I snapped a little. “Ow,” I said really loudly. “Bella, stop!” She stared at me with big eyes. I took my hair out of her hand and laid her back down next to me with my arm over her. Like a trap.
She laid there for a second, then began to struggle. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted her to lay still. I knew putting her back in her crib would result in her screaming bloody murder, and I didn’t want to hear it. She finally wiggled free and started in again. I laid her down. Repeat.
Finally Sam turned over, and sensing my chance at freedom, I flipped the other way with my back to her.
So then she started screaming because she couldn’t see my face and that was unacceptable. So then she patted my back, over and over.
I got up, grabbed her and the paci, and put them both in the crib.
Then I came back to my bed, curled up, and listened to her scream in anger on the monitor. I waited, dreading the fact that my child has never stopped crying once she is angry. Like, no matter how long it takes. Talk about perseverance.
Then, suddenly, quiet. No sobbing or whimpering, just screams to silence.
I fell asleep. And at 9:30? I was awoken to a very happy baby cooing. Of course, I was still tired.
Sam looked at me, cracked a smile and said, “This is one of those time where you could just stay in bed all day, huh?”
“Yep,” I said. We laid there for a second.
“We need a nanny,” he said. “A live in one.”
I nodded. “So I can just call her on the phone and say, ‘Hey, the kid’s up. Time for you to get in there and entertain her.’ ”
We giggled. I got up to go get her, since the cooing was turning into a bit of “Hello is anyone coming to get me?”
“We’ll never get to sleep in again, “I said heading out of the room. “We’re parents. Oh, and we’re poor.”