I know I’ve been posting sporadically recently. You know what? I think I’ve found the limits of what I’m able to do.
- I have been working a lot recently. A lot. I keep thinking it’s going to slow down, but I’m not sure it is. Which means I need to get used to this pace. Not to mention the fact that some of that time has been squished recently while I tried to juggle taking care of Owen and getting my work done.
- Traveling takes a big ‘ol chunk out of one’s regular life. Not only the time being gone, but the time prepping and packing and moving schedules around, and then the time unpacking and washing everything and finding the toys we packed and putting them back in their homes. And then catching up on the other things that didn’t get done while we were gone — laundry, general cleaning of the house, mail, etc. We were only gone for 4 days, but it’s amazing how much can happen in that amount of time!
- I am learning to make a quilt! I know, I know, the last thing I need in my life is another activity that requires me to be in a certain place at a certain time, but my previously online-only friend Liz from Goddess in Progress offered to include me in a “class” she is running out of her home to show a few crafty mamas how to sew quilts. How could I resist hands-on sewing lessons (she is the reason I bought that new sewing machine) and quilt instruction from a talented quilter and the opportunity to make a few new mom friends? To be honest even though it makes things a little stressful (“class” is a 40 minute drive away that I go to after putting Owen to bed once a week, and homework is several hours a week!), I’m really loving putting my creative brain to work on something.
- Pneumonia. Owen has been on meds for a week now and seems pretty much back to normal. We’re still doing breathing treatments twice a day, but he’s back at school (not contagious!) and feeling mostly better.
- You know, enjoying life away from the computer screen. I can’t stop marveling at the words Owen is learning or the look on his face as he toddles around and wants to identify every object. I don’t want to miss a second of it.
Anyway, all of that to say that in order to do all of those other things, something has to give. In the case of the last few weeks it has been exercise and the blog. This too shall pass, though, and I’m working on getting back into my normal routine of exercise and blogging every day very soon.
Another thing that has been plagueing us on and off for awhile is early morning wakeups. At night Owen is exhausted by around 6:30pm. He rarely, if ever, crashes to the point of tantrums and tears, but I can just tell he is tired and we’ve had very good luck with our schedule of bathtime between 6:15pm and 6:30pm, which has been the same since he started sleeping through the night around 4 1/2 months. In the past he would sleep for 12 hours at night and take about 2-3 hours of naps during the day. The kid loves to sleep.
That said, he has a weird habit of crying out at 4:20am and 5:20am. Almost to the minute. Almost every night. Generally it’s only one wail and he goes right back to sleep. Sometimes it’s a few minutes of fussing until he drifts back off. Once in awhile, usually if he’s teething or has a fever or the room is too hot or cold or something like that, he cries longer. Sometimes I go in and check on him and sometimes I allow him to practice his self-soothing skills and put himself back to sleep.
Lately, though, he’s gone to sleep like a champ, but hasn’t been able to fall back asleep after that 5:20am wakeup. He’s usually quiet in his bed for 20 minutes or so, but then around 5:40am I hear loud crying. It’s actually more like yelling than crying, and as soon as I go in his room, his face brightens to a smile and he shouts, “Hi! Doggie! Hi!”. He’s totally fine; just wide awake. At 5:40am. Which, although I am a morning person, is a little too early for me.
Our old rule used to be that I wouldn’t wake him up until 6:00am or later. If he woke up before that, I would go to his room and calm him, rock him, hold him in the rocking chair, anything to make it feel like bedtime until at least 6:00am.
This morning I went in and rubbed his back and hummed to him at 5:45am. He seemed sad and sleepy, so I did it for a few minutes until I thought he was asleep. Left the room and he cried for a minute and then stopped. I thought I had handled it perfectly and he had fallen back asleep when, 5 minutes later, the crying started again. At this point it was 6:00am so we all got up.
I know this could be teething-related, or a result of him still not feeling great given his recent bout of pneumonia. It also could be related to needing less sleep as he’s getting older, and maybe we are putting him to bed too early. Thoughts? Suggestions? When do you put your 1-2 year old to bed and when do they wake up? I know the general amount of sleep Owen is getting is well within the normal range, but maybe it’s about the right time for him to move out of the 13-14 hour range since he’s getting older now.
Who knows… maybe this is all related to the eventual switch to one nap as well. At what age did your baby move from 2 naps to 1? How long do they nap during the day and sleep at night?