We've always held our heads high when it comes to our sons glorious sleeping habits. 3-4 hour naps, 7:30 bedtime with an 8:00am rising. We would wake up to 2 year old renditions of Twinkle Twinkle and the ABS's. Eventually, we would hear little squeaks announcing he was ready to get up. Life, from a sleep standpoint, was at its best. I didn't understand my friends informing me that their children woke up at 5, 6, even 6:30! Just tell them to go back to bed for crap sake.
Yeah. I've been following my own advice this past week and it SO isn't working. 6:00am. We awake to sounds similar to what I would imagine a hyena in labor would sound like. And it doesn't go away. It gets louder and louder and eventually, the labor hits its peak and we have no choice but to go relieve the situation. Then we bring the little hyena into bed with us and one of two things happens. #1. We listen to the hyena ask for milk and a waffle with lots of syrup 87 times in a row. #2. We turn on Dora the Explorer. Choose your evil.
By 1:00pm, the hyena is bound to be exhausted, right? Not so much. After 30 minutes of singing his version of Jingle Bells, he does fall asleep. For about an hour. Then the labor commences and we're forced to get him up. By 8:00pm we figure sleep will catch up with him. No. He's rearing to go and sings in bed for another half hour before finally finding his REM sleep pattern.
One week of this is proving to be incredibly discouraging for our past fantasy sleep life. It's dead. Buried. And we feel pretty bad for ourselves. We're not asking you to feel bad for us, so just shut up.
It's a good thing the hyena is so darn cute.
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Don't worry, we weren't feeling bad for you. We're actually secretly happy! ; )
Adam
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