Teething Is So Hard
Redhead Momma wrote me last week to say that she remembers how her son's sleep habits changed at 8 months. She recalled how hard it was.
As I sit here typing, waiting for dinner (at 9:06pm), I listen to my son JUST going to sleep. Granted, there was a time change that moved us an hour into the future. So, it's 8:06 to him. Regardless, he's been tired and I've been working to lull him to sleep for over an hour.
He cries. I attend to him. He cries again. Twice in the last 24 hours, he would only be consoled if I held him and rocked him, like I did when he was a newborn. Today he actually fell asleep on me sitting up, head bobbing like a buoy.
I just re-read that last paragraph. I said he cries. That's an understatement. He screams like he's going to die. Maybe it feels that way to a new little person who has had a good life to this point with attentive parents and lots of love.
I'm resisting going to him right now. He's not crying, just kind of babbling with an occasional staccato that sounds like he's trying to conjure my presence. Relief. D went to him.
I can't imagine how hard it must be to raise a child(ren) as a single parent. I'm sure I could do it if pressed, but I don't envy those mothers and fathers their solidarity.
If you are reading this, know that I intend to actually post photos and some up-beat thoughts on parenting. This is part of the experience, so I had to relate it - more for myself than for you.
1 comment:
Ah, you've discovered the thing every parent detests: daylight savings time beginning or ending. Total bullshit. The other issue we have up here is that if the kids go to bed at 8ish, then in the summer, it's not dark until 9:30pm or 10pm. That's REALLY fun to try to convince them it's time for bed when it's still light outside! Blackout shades are among my best friends.
The sleeping issue thing is SO difficult - every kid is different, and they go through phases, and it's one of the things I liked least about parenting. That & teething. I so understand, and I will tell you that you will dig deeper than you have before to get through it. And that is quite a gift. A gift wrapped in shit, but a gift nonetheless.
love love love, R
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