(Insert Mom Sigh) It’s been a ROUGH week. I usually reserve blog posts for happy times and cute pictures, but I have had hardly any sleep nor adult interaction in 4 days. So excuse the sleep-deprived ramble that is about to happen…
You know what you should never do as a parent? Think to yourself, “Things are going pretty well. We are hitting our post-holiday stride. We are happy, healthy, and back into a routine. Bonus – Laney is eating vegetables again! What more could a mom want?” Because that is usually when “stuff” hits the fan.
Cue Sunday morning when Laney woke up sounding like a smoker. We had fun teaching her how to clear her throat – it was cute hearing her try. We hung around the house in case she was coming down with something, but with the exception of not eating much and being a bit grumpy, she was mostly her cheery, silly self. I did however think, “Great! Kyle is out of town for work this week. This would be the PERFECT week for her to come down with one of those crazy viruses that I’ve been hearing so much about.”
Monday morning: Girlfriend wakes up sounding like a smoker with emphysema and a fever. We hustled off to the doctor first thing. For once, I made the right call and didn’t have to apologize for being overly concerned. It wasn’t just a cold. Doc said he was glad I brought her in, because parents who had sat on it have ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Meds were prescribed to *hopefully* prevent that from happening. “Next few days are going to be rough,” he told me. “She may only sleep sitting up, which means you’ll be holding her.”
I thought, “Not ideal, but I can do this. For once an adjustable bed will be really handy. I’ll bring her in bed with me, prop us up and get all the toddler snuggles I can handle.” BAHAHAHAHA!
So when Laney was a newborn, I REALLY didn’t want to end up with kids sleeping in my bed until they were in their teens. I was one of those kids. I was actually a little paranoid about it. Well, my plan to make that NOT happen worked so well that my kid actually REFUSES to sleep in my bed with me. I’m talking temper-tantrum “NOOOO! ROCK!!! LANEY’S ROOM” kicking and screaming. Isn’t it ironic…(don’t ya think?)
So insert two nights of little sleep. Me rocking her until my butt is so sore I can’t take any more. Me setting a timer and telling her five more minutes of rocking and then she needs to sleep in her bed. (I really hope her timer obsession never ends, because it’s the only thing going well for me at the moment.) Her waking up an hour later wanting rocked again. Bedtime….nap time…no sleep for Momma.
I will say she has been a trooper. During the day, she was pretty chipper. Granted we were watching a lot of TV and eating more fruit snacks than one should, because I was too tired to say no. “Fruit snacks and crackers for lunch? Alright, throw in an apple, and we will call it good.” I kept secretly hoping she would just crash watching a show like I see other sick kids on Facebook doing, but not my kid! She will push through to the end. At least she has determination, I suppose.
That brings us to Wednesday. She was feeling much better – no fever for 24 hours, nose no longer running like crazy, sounding pretty good with an occasional coughing spell. I’m realizing she doesn’t need to be rocked anymore. See, we went through this phase before a few months back. We thought something was wrong at night, but we figured out that little Laney just wanted company. The only thing that worked? Crying it out. So I put on my big girl momma pants. Gave her a few reassuring visits saying, “Momma loves you. I’ll see you in the morning.” Called Kyle to keep me strong. And endured 45 minutes of heart-wrenching screaming until finally silence. She woke up a few more times that night but only for five minutes each tops. Everyone woke up happier and more rested. Nap time the next day? 3 hours of blissful sleep.
So I thought. We made it. Kyle was due home that night until 5:00. Tonight’s sleep will be even better. Friday will be here before we know it.
Kyle’s flight was delayed (of course). It is now 6:00 PM and he hasn’t even left Atlanta. He was supposed to be home at 5:00. I thought, “No biggie. 2 hours until bedtime. I got this.”
She went to her bed without complaint. Babbled herself to sleep as usual. An hour later… coughing and babbling….
“CRAP! I forgot to put the Vicks Vapor Rub on her. Is she going to have trouble sleeping??” I thought. She went back to sleep.
10:15 more coughing and whining. Mom guilt setting in…
11:15 Kyle is finally home. Laney is getting louder – whine is turning to cry. I decide I will go put the smelly stuff on her. Rock her for 5 MINUTES and then we will be good to go. Well, at 12:30 I had a mini mental breakdown. Kyle took over. No one got any sleep, and there is a STRONG possibility there will be some crying it out again tonight.
On the bright side, I am happy to report we made it though the morning. Laney went down for a nap without complaint and is on hour three of sleeping soundly. Her diaper may have leaked all over my comforter this morning, and I may have dropped my phone in paint while painting my new backdrop this afternoon. But overall, I am calling today a step in the right direction. :)
It’s been quite a week, but one second of this and it all fades away:
On to the usual photo cuteness.
And my pic of the week:
Hope you all have a happy and RESTFUL weekend! :)