I am so terribly terribly tired.
The Sir is, too. If we could safely be put into a medically induced
coma and for a low fee, I think we would consider it.
Baby Bean is still refusing to sleep in any sort of pattern
that has any rhyme or reason…she will not nap, she will not sleep, she DOES NOT
like green eggs and ham.
And although my Postpartum Depression is much much better, the sleep deprivation is not helping with the morale of the household. Lack of sleep is causing me to have frequent migraines and although I didn't think it was possible, humans can indeed fall asleep while standing up.
Apparently, the Bean is supposed to be in the midst of the “4
Month Sleep Regression” which allegedly should have ended ONE WEEK AGO. Haven’t
seen any difference, she’s just as crazy as usual.
The girl is the queen of a cat nap despite being born into a
house of expert nappers…the beagle naps AT LEAST ten times a day in order to
maintain his rosy glow. The minute we
put the Bean down, it’s a race to get anything completed, because we all know
she’ll be in up in 30 minutes or less. She
would be a great Jimmy John’s delivery girl.
We have tried it all…swaddling/non-swaddling. Putting her to
bed drowsy/putting her to bed dead asleep. Pacifier/no pacifier. Bed by 7 pm/Bed by 9pm. Wake her up at the same time every morning/Letting her sleep until she wakes up. Changing her diaper throughout the
night/changing her in the morning. Snuggling her when she cries/ninja moves
into her room so as to go undetected when inserting her pacifier back into her
mouth.
And although I know that some nighttime waking for someone
so tiny is completely normal, this waking up every hour or less to hear my
daughter make yell screaming noises or blowing bubbles is just not working for
my mental sanity.
She sure is cute at 3AM though.
And thank goodness for that, because someone handed me a
baby that thinks sleep is optional and if she wasn’t so cute, I would leave her
at the fire station so I could nap.


