Yesterday I was foolish enough to blog about how great things are going at night, after a bit of a rocky start. Last night I was reminded why it’s a terrible idea to tell everyone how great my children are sleeping.
After weeks of finally sleeping through the night, Hugo woke up crying at 4:00 a.m. and called me into his room. Jack was asleep next to me with my arm around him. He wasn’t due to wake up for a couple of hours but he wouldn’t sleep through me getting in and out of bed so I just brought him with me. I tucked Hugo back in and kissed him, telling him I couldn’t lie down with him because Jack was with me (thank goodness that worked) and brought Jack back to bed.
I changed his diaper because he was already wide awake at this point. Jack nursed back to sleep but then kept thrashing himself awake because I ate a pepper and egg wrap for dinner. It was gassy so he was gassy. He and I went back to sleep around 5:15 but he woke up at 5:45 for good.
So much for my post about how well I’m sleeping now that Hugo doesn’t wake up – his sticker chart was so successful! I guess we need another one. I’ll have to decide if and when to tell you about everyone’s restful nights once they start happening again.