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Sleep, interrupted

Ethan in his PJs

It’s one thing to hear about how much sleep you’ll lose when you have a baby. It’s another thing altogether to actually experience it. The CIA interrogators at Guantanamo have nothing on the sleep deprivation torture that is parenthood.

For a while Penny and I were spoiled. Sure, for the first month or so after we brought Ethan home he woke up every couple of hours, and I found myself driving around with a baby in the back of the car at 2:00 a.m. trying to lull him to sleep.

But after that, from somewhere around six weeks old to six months old, Ethan would sleep through the night. I don’t mean four or five hours—I mean he’d sleep from about 8:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m., give or take.

We should have known it wouldn’t last.

About two weeks ago I put Ethan down to sleep in his crib at his usual bedtime. But then something unusual happened. He opened his eyes, reared back, and SCREAMED at me. Naturally I picked him up, soothed him, sang a little to him, the whole nine yards. He fell asleep again. So, I put him back down in his crib. And then the eyes flickered, the mouth opened, and the screaming began again.

And so it has been for the past two weeks. Penny and I are routinely operating on about four hours of sleep now, and it’s not good sleep. It’s sleep, interruption, sleep, interruption, sleep, interruption, all through night. I’m absolutely exhausted and it’s not even 9:00 a.m.

Good thing Ethan’s such a cutie when he’s awake.

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  1. SSH's avatar
    SSH
    October 19, 2007 at 6:25 am

    Been there, done that. Don’t worry, you’ll be struggling to wake HIM up in the mornings in a decade and a half.

  2. Jelena's avatar
    Jelena
    October 19, 2007 at 1:49 pm

    I second SSH’s comment. My son is now 16 going on 17 and let me tell you, he sleeps A LOT!
    Joking aside, I do remember those nights when I walked around with my daughter. She was around eight months old and started screaming everytime I put her down in her bed. If I sat down, still carrying her she would scream. Walking, singing and rocking her in a certain way was the only thing that worked.
    I can’t remember for how long it lasted, but I do rememebr it stopped as sudden as it had started.
    I’m sure your really cute son will change habits as well.
    Hang in there and savour every moment, before you know it he’ll be be 17 and wanting a life of his own a lot more than you want him to. 😉

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