I never realized before becoming a mom, or pregnant really, how amazing sleep is. Thing is, in the past year, I've become very aware of how precious and amazing sleep is...and how much I miss it sometimes.
Now, don't get me wrong, Neva is a fantastic sleeper...most of the time. The exact days she started walking, was the exact day she started sleeping all night. And it was amazing. And it has been most nights...aside from teething and colds and staying out too late with her crazy parents.
This past week was one of those 'not so good' weeks. I am not much of a morning person, so being woken at 5:00am, does not work well for me. By the time I get to work, I'm ready for a nap. There's not enough coffee in the world to help me get through my day. And we had a few of those days last week.
On top of that, we had some middle of the night wakings. Snot sucking, teething gel and a little bit of 'Little Fevers' were our go-to helpers. Even then, after rocking her back to sleep, the second I crept towards her crib and started to gently lay her down...screaming, bloody murder.
And then there's nap time. Napping doesn't always go great on the weekends, you know because her parents totally kick ass and she wants to spend as much time with us as humanly possible. But when she's not feeling well, holy moly. It can seriously take and hour, hour and a half to get her to finally lie down and fall asleep. And then she sleeps for about 45 minutes. On a good day we can get a little more than an hour.
But yesterday, after fighting this cold for a week...she napped. Like a champ. For 3 whole hours. It was rough to get her to go down and I thought, 'Oh great...here we go again!' And then she did not move her tiny body for 3 solid hours.
And last night? Again, with the screaming. And again with me thinking, 'This is going to be another one of THOSE nights.' So I held her and rocked her and sucked some more snot. And she slept for 13.5 glorious hours. We were all running late this morning, but I'll take it.
I'm also going to give some credit to the amazing blanket I knit for her before she was born. I swapped out blankets during nap time, as I was looking for any possible solution. Wrapped it around her tininess and she didn't move. And at bedtime, same thing. She wads it up and sleeps on it, like her own little body pillow. Made with some good ol' fashioned motherly love. Apparently, that will do the trick!
Sweet, sweet sleep.
Now, don't get me wrong, Neva is a fantastic sleeper...most of the time. The exact days she started walking, was the exact day she started sleeping all night. And it was amazing. And it has been most nights...aside from teething and colds and staying out too late with her crazy parents.
This past week was one of those 'not so good' weeks. I am not much of a morning person, so being woken at 5:00am, does not work well for me. By the time I get to work, I'm ready for a nap. There's not enough coffee in the world to help me get through my day. And we had a few of those days last week.
On top of that, we had some middle of the night wakings. Snot sucking, teething gel and a little bit of 'Little Fevers' were our go-to helpers. Even then, after rocking her back to sleep, the second I crept towards her crib and started to gently lay her down...screaming, bloody murder.
And then there's nap time. Napping doesn't always go great on the weekends, you know because her parents totally kick ass and she wants to spend as much time with us as humanly possible. But when she's not feeling well, holy moly. It can seriously take and hour, hour and a half to get her to finally lie down and fall asleep. And then she sleeps for about 45 minutes. On a good day we can get a little more than an hour.
But yesterday, after fighting this cold for a week...she napped. Like a champ. For 3 whole hours. It was rough to get her to go down and I thought, 'Oh great...here we go again!' And then she did not move her tiny body for 3 solid hours.
And last night? Again, with the screaming. And again with me thinking, 'This is going to be another one of THOSE nights.' So I held her and rocked her and sucked some more snot. And she slept for 13.5 glorious hours. We were all running late this morning, but I'll take it.
I'm also going to give some credit to the amazing blanket I knit for her before she was born. I swapped out blankets during nap time, as I was looking for any possible solution. Wrapped it around her tininess and she didn't move. And at bedtime, same thing. She wads it up and sleeps on it, like her own little body pillow. Made with some good ol' fashioned motherly love. Apparently, that will do the trick!
Sweet, sweet sleep.
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