The Good: Owen (and I) slept in until 5:50am this morning!
Oh, that still seems early to you? Well then you haven’t been sleeping at our house for the last, oh, two months. I’ve written about it here and there, but the end of Owen’s last sickness plus teething (4 molars in the last 2 weeks, and at least 1 canine pushing through now) plus the time change really got Owen in a sleep deprived cycle. He was sleeping less due to not feeling great, I felt sad for him since I knew he wasn’t feeling well so I went in and cuddled him at night, which resulted in him wanting to get up and play, which turned into a nasty cycle of both of us getting up ridiculously early for a ridiculously long time.
And did I mention that within that time he started screaming and crying through his bathtimes (when he previously adored them) and melting down into back-arching tearfests at the slightest thing? Yes, I’m going to bet that they were all related.
But I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The bath crying was fixed by a few weeks of early bedtimes, long naps and some fun baths with his cousin, Becca, over Thanksgiving. This morning he slept a bit later with no early morning crying, and I’ve been giving him the opportunity to put himself back to sleep for the super early wakeups (4:00am, anyone?) so we can get back to our “old normal” schedule. I didn’t know how good I had it when he was sleeping until 6:30am!
Also good — (KNOCK ON WOOD) despite our Thanksgiving travels, Owen is 100% healthy! I really think we’re on to something with our routine of daily probiotics and preventative asthma treatment. He seems healthier than ever before, and he has even fought off colds/fevers that went around daycare without getting sick at all. Perhaps the tables are turning and all of these antibodies he’s created by being sick are going to pay off?
The Bad: I’m going away for a few days.
Sniff, sniff! I dropped Owen off at daycare this morning and I won’t see him again until Saturday morning 😦 Well, I’ll peek in on him on Friday night when I get home, but hopefully he won’t see ME until Saturday morning. I’m off to Chicago for a quick work trip. Even though I will miss that sweet smelling, soft-skinned, funny little guy, I am going to do my best to fully enjoy 2 nights in a fluffy bed and waking up to an alarm clock, not a baby crying. Daddy will hold down the fort like a pro, I’m sure!
Off to work, pack and get to the airport.