Note to Self at 5am

I feel it necessary to follow up A's Big Boy Bed post with a discription of the past few weeks of mayhem. In the event that A will some day have a sibling, I need to write this down to remind myself to delay this process as long as possible, and try one of those crib tents before disassembling the crib altogether! This has been a more tiring, frustrating experience than any other milestone thus far. On an unrealated note: I might quit blogging altogether, as my "t" key on my keyboard is broken and typing has become very frustrating. Is this a negative blog post? As it is 5am, and I've been up since 4am, most likely.

I have spent more time checking on A and reassuring him back to sleep since BBB (big boy bed) than I have since the night feedings that stopped when A was about 3 months old. Aside from the occasional new tooth or growth spurt, he has been such a good sleeper. We have been dreading the daily bedtime ritual because it takes about twice as long (30 - 60 minutes) as it used to, and forget the 7:30/8:15 max bedtime - he's not going down until 9:00. Ugh. And I must not forget to mention we now have to cage him in his room with a gate, which he can climb if he feels absolutely necessary. And then many nights, I spend time up with him settling him down if he wakes. We've tried less naptime, no tv before bed, and various routine nighttime rituals and nothing has seemed to take. It has gotten better, but it is by no means ideal. And here I am, he woke me at 4 with some wimpering (in his defense I never had to go in to cuddle him, he just woke me) and now I'm stuck wakey wakey.

In an attempt to salvage my negativity, there is a silver lining: the early morning cuddles are pretty cute, and the naptime "put down" has been pretty much uneffected.

He will survive, and so will I, but in the mean time, it is 5am, and I'm up.