December 31, 2010

Play by Play

6:00 - Jackson is asleep early.He slept horrible the night before and would only take one 30min nap today. Even though he went down easy, I'm thinking we're in for another rough night.

6:23 - Oh what a shock! Crying and screaming uncontrollably. Lay him back down in crib and put my hand on his chest. Feeling my back tighten as I hunch in a pretzel like shape over his crib.

6:33 - Remove hand and start to tip toe out. Damn you creaky floors!! Crying begins again. I leave the room hoping he'll fall asleep.

6:56 - Has not stopped crying and I think I might join him. Go back in room and rock him in the glider. Falls asleep. Put him in crib and try to sneak away. Spidey senses alert Jackson of my maneuver and crying begins again. I leave the room anyways.

7:15 - Unbelievably he is still crying. This stubborn streak does not come from me! Go into room and sit next to his crib and hold his hand.

7:22 - He settles and appears to be asleep. So I let go of his hand. How dumb am I? Cue crying so I hold his hand and he stops crying. This is friggin' ridiculous!

7:28 - He has let go of my hand and is standing in the crib trying to talk to me. I ignore him and keep quiet. Trying hard not to laugh at his attempts to engage me in conversation.

7:33 - The Little Fucker is now playing with his crib toys and is laughing. I have a feeling he's laughing at me.

7:41 - I've inched my way to the door, he's started to notice. His baby talk is starting to sound angry but he continues to play. The dog is looking at me like I'm crazy and I'm starting to agree.

7:49 - Sitting at the door, it's slightly ajar. Debating if I should make my move.

7:50 - Think I'm going to do it. I'm going to open the door wider. Little Fucker is still playing behind me. Happy giggles and the jangling of crib toys can be heard.

7:52 - Crap! I think he saw me. Keeping very still, I'm almost in the hall. Afraid to turn around but playing has stopped.

7:55 - Has started yelling "dada" at my back as I sit in the hall. Never a good sign.

7:58 - Silence. Thought he might have gone down. I stupidly look over my shoulder and delighted squeals come from the crib. The dog and I are now fully in the hall. All we have to do is close the door.

8:00 - I heard a yawn from behind me so I close the door. He starts to cry, scream and fake cough all at the same time. He is PISSED OFF!!

8:07 - Still not letting up, he is in full on tantrum mode. I seriously don't know who he gets this from? Am debating my next move but am going to wait it out for a bit longer to see who will win this game of chicken.

8:11 - Silence. Could it be?

8:12 - Nope.

8:19 - Stretches of silence are increasing. Do I jinx myself and say he's finally falling asleep?

8:22 - I'm such a sucker. Have gone back in for another round. Am greeted by a tear stained, snot nosed baby who is standing and trying to catch his breath as he sobs.

8:23 - Almost falls asleep in my arms instantly. Poor overtired baby. Looking at him all warm and quiet makes me think he isn't such a Little Fucker after all.

8:25 - Continues to twitch and fight just as he's about to fall into a deep sleep. Am thinking my exit strategy will have involve a three stage process.

8:30 - Mission commences. Have stopped rocking and am sitting in the glider, he remains quiet and appears to be asleep. Phase two: As delicately as I can with a 22 lbs baby I attempt to gracefully stand and walk to the crib without any disruptions. Everything is looking good so far. Final phase: gently place the grenade (aka. sleeping baby) in the crib and hope it doesn't detonate.

8:33 - Success?!? After 2 hours, I have all my fingers and toes crossed that he is officially asleep. Hoping that I will not be ringing in the New Year in my son's room.

9:02 - Breaking open a well deserved bottle of wine!

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H2 said...

Oh poor mama. Better you than me. After many many times doing that I resorted to CIO and it worked after several heartwrenching evenings. Good luck!!

Shannon said...

Oh my god, this brings back some memories of trying to get Ian to go to sleep. I used to sit on the floor beside the crib holding his hand and singing and sometimes crying myself. And inching to the door.

The important thing is he went to sleep - good job, Mama! Hope you enjoyed your wine - you deserved it!

Happy New Year!

B. said...

Well deserved wine, I must say! It's amazing how (I don't want to say manipulative because it's a more innocent version of that) well he understands you. I hope things sort ot soon so neither of you will be teary at night.

Happy New Year!

Pufferfish said...

Oh dear sweet child! I know I shouldn't laugh, but when I got to your 7:15 post I had to laugh, because I mentally did the math and thought--but he hasn't cried for even 20 minutes?!! That's nothing! 20 minutes in our house is a daily thing.
But it's hard, no matter what, to listen to them cry.
Good luck with tonight~

Strawberry said...

Glad I'm not the only one that refers to my child as Little Fucker sometimes. Stay strong!! They like to try to break us.

Mama S said...

OMG this was me last night. But it was every two hours :( until this morning :( just wondering what happened as she is a little over ten months now and was doing so good. Won't even nap. Maybe teething? Hmmmm if only they could tell us. Thanks for the post, makes me know I'm not alone.

Stacey said...

Aw poor you. Glad he finally went to sleep. I feel for you because I have done the 2+ hour bedtime numerous times with both kids and sometimes you just imagine yourself running out of the house and not looking back. :P

Happy new year!! We need to make plans to get together once we're all well in this house. :)

jessie said...

I'm sorry but I had to laugh at some of this. I find myself having these kinds of thoughts too. Here's to sleep for you in 2011!

marjorie said...

My children are all in their twenties now but this brings back clear memories of my oldest daughter. Usually she slept well, but every once in a while...I remember lying on the hard floor beside her bed with a pillow stuffed under my head and one arm draped up on her bed so she'd know I was there beside her because if I started sneaking out, all hell would break loose. Honestly, she'd look sound asleep, but she wasn't. Why don't they just go to sleep?

Next in Line said...

Jackson that was a long night you gave your mama! What a relief it must have been to finally be out of there and drinking wine.

Michelle said...

Oh, have I been there...many, many times. You surely deserved that glass of wine! This is exactly the reason I have a category on my blog titles "Someday I'll laugh about this...maybe".