I can't remember when the last time I had a good night's sleep, but I am guessing it would have been back in October.
Overall, that was a good time, at least that is how it seems now.
During that time, I was in the mid stages of pregnancy and wasn't too uncomfortable.
My father wasn't quite at the end of his rope (near though).
Most of all, I didn't have an insanely active baby.
Seems like nothing special, but memories of sleep are practically fantasies.
Sometimes life has to push me up against a wall and beat me down before I realize a change is in order. I can be stubborn. The time has come (should have been a while ago) for me to transition Lexi from the pack-n-play in our room to her crib in her room. I let it go on for far too long for many reasons. I guess I could break it down into these excuses:
- She stirs a lot in the night & sticking a pacifier in her mouth usually calms her & it is easier to roll over than get up & walk into the other room
- I felt guilty about going back to work & not spending as much time with her
- I like the thought of her being near
On the other hand, having her in the room means that I wake up every time she moves, which is a LOT. The combination of emotional stress and sleeplessness over the past few weeks has been more than I can handle. This morning, at 3:30 am, Lexi woke up starving. I fed her and tried to get her to go back to sleep, but she was a champion sleep fighter. Finally, I put her into her crib and climbed into my bed. I was able to sleep while she acted like a wild child (no crying or moaning just rolling around). It took a lot, but I have finally learned my lesson.
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