I have so much blogging to catch up on but let me tell you I'm still fighting a damn cold (why I'm behind on blogging), I'm tired as hell (read below) and I'm starving (it's 2 hrs past lunchtime!).
So, here goes...quick update of the last couple of days....
Logan hasn't been sleeping as well lately. I mentioned a hellish night or two while Jon was out of town last week. He continued to have trouble through the weekend. He's just been off a little. Not every night is bad, but every other night. Or maybe every other other night.
So, night before last we put him down as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. Only, about 12:30 or 1am (our memory is fuzzy on the details), he wakes up crying. Jon gets a bottle ready, rocks him back to sleep and lays him down in his crib, and crawls back into bed with me. Only, Logan wakes up again about 20 minutes later (now it's about 2am). It's my turn. I go in to rock him and soothe him and try to get him back to sleep. We sit there and I slowly get him to a drowsy state, about AN HOUR later. I lay him down in his crib and he falls asleep.
Take 3. It's about 3:15am or so, and he wakes up crying again. I had just gotten back into bed. So Jon rolls over and gets up.
Jon's a little ticked by now. It's super late (he had stayed up late too, which of course, doesn't help) and Logan's not falling back to sleep on his own. He stomps into the kitchen to warm another bottle and stomps back into the room to take care of Logan. Meanwhile, I can't sleep with all the stomping and cussing-under-his-breath so I get up and go in to take over.
Of course, we're arguing about who's turn it is to take care of Logan. Don't yell or you'll upset him even more I'M NOT YELLING YES YOU ARE while Logan's crying and upset, and we're just getting twisted into one tight little family knot. It's not a great situation to be in. We're all cranky and tired and GODDAMMIT KID WOULD YOU JUST GO TO SLEEP.
So, I go back to bed - but I don't really fall asleep because I know Jon's seething in the other room and I can hear Logan just babbling and all cheery and bright eyed like it's NOT 3 fucking 30 in the morning.
About 3:45am Jon gave up - I think. Because next thing I hear is the friendly pitter patter of Logan's feet. He runs into our room, climbs up onto our bed and just rolls around laughing and having a grand ol' time. He was in the BEST mood ever. Perhaps he knew he had finally won over both parents.
Jon moves to the office to actually work - because he was supposed to be up by 5am and out of the house by 6am - so why try to get some sleep now?
Meanwhile I've got bouncy hyper energetic Logan in our room and I'm half awake. I pat on the bed to tell him to come lay down with Mommy (since sometimes he'll fall asleep with us) and he responds with a huge grin and a saucy little "no!" He runs away, down the hall, and into the living room to play with his toys.
In case you didn't get that, he ran into the living room TO PLAY WITH HIS TOYS.
At least when he's crying and upset and WANTS to sleep, we can keep him contained to his room, rock him and he can just be as clingy as he wants on us. But when he's bright eyed and bushy tailed when it's pitch dark and the moon's still out, it's just not right.
I finally gave up, fell back to sleep sometime after 4am and Logan sat on Jon's lap watching him work until he finally fell asleep on Jon himself. It was about 5:30am.
Jon laid him down in his crib, kissed me goodbye, and left for work, the poor guy.
Logan, on the other hand, slept until 9am that morning and then had a WONDERFUL day at school afterward.
Last night, Jon mentioned to me that he thought Logan must be going through another growth spurt. Since, during that horrific night, he had downed 3-4 full bottles. I hadn't realized we had gone through that many bottles, but I think he may be right; since last night, Logan woke up again at 1:30am, sucked a bottle down dry and then promptly fell back to sleep on my chest.
Hopefully tonight we'll be back on track....