I think I've discovered the number one negative aspect of my being away so much lately: Prezley's sleep skills are degenerating. I suspect its because, unlike me, the daycare/babysitter/daddy are all too happy to just pick him back up out of the cot if he winges for 5 minutes or so. Obviously it means he doesn't need a nap, right?
Oh, so wrong.
That's what I did yesterday. Then he fussed again, so I put him back down, he cried and complained for 15 minutes, and I picked him up again.
And put him down 20 minutes later.
And picked him up after 15 minutes of complaining.
It was a cycle that didn't break until 11:45. By this point, I was completely exhausted, drained, angry, frustrated. None of those emotions are things I want to feel on one of my only full days with bubs. So this morning when he gave those first signs of being tired, I morphed back into 4 month old mode, put him down and was content to let myself listen as he protested. (ok, I wore earplugs) It isn't a loud pain-driven scream, just a low constant muttering. It lasted half an hour, and he only just fell asleep now. GRRRR!! I already went through this, already did the hard part of establishing that you go in your crib, you go to SLEEP. End of story. But now, when I'm responsible for about 1/3 of the care he receives on a work week, it all goes to shit.
I'm going to have to talk to the daycare/baby sitting lady this week. I find Mondays hard enough without a no-sleep demonic 11 month old.
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