Henry's sleeping patterns are still a bit wack*, and I am discovering how bad I am at enforcing bedtime. I think we kind of lucked out when he settled into his routines, so we never really built them up on purpose... For the last couple of nights we've been doing dinner, then a bath and a feed and bed, but he wakes up again after half an hour, all refreshed and ready to hang out.
* I always used to think that meant good, or weird-good, like
wacky? Nope, turns out it means bad, and Ross thinks it's funny when I
I even set an alarm for this morning,
thinking that if he woke up earlier, he might go to sleep earlier...
Immediately regretted it when the alarm went off, but hit snooze instead
of sleep, so I got woken up again ten minutes later. I think Henry was
awake from the first alarm, so it was pretty much time to get up
Ooh, and I had a lovely almost dream between alarms: I
somehow thought Ross offered to take Henry so that I could sleep in a
bit more... Then I remembered he'd already gone to work. Sad face.
don't think it's the teething that's bothering him - he's been wearing
some amber beads of Vicki's, and I'm hoping that the two things are
I'm hoping that we can get it sorted without
resorting to drastic measures. To be honest, I don't think I could stand
leaving Henry to cry it out, but I guess it depends on how much sleep
deprivation I've had. I'm currently at a level that I can cope with -
I'm not crying at the grocery store in my pyjamas or anything (although I
did get a bit sad today when the checkout girl forgot to discount my
bananas. For real. Ask Ross.)