I’m not going to beat around the bush here folks, there is some SHIT going down here in NJ. I’m partly referring to the epic hurricane which is going to pass right through the area and likely down our power for an extended period of time. I’m also partially referring to my son.
It turns out that I was right on point about his sleep disturbance being developmental. Since he woke up this morning he has magically been able to blow a whistle, kick a ball, figure out how to place non symmetrical shapes in their correct holes, and throw over hand. Yeah that all happened. It all happened TODAY.
So with all of that being accomplished in a twelve hour period and his babble rapidly becoming more complex I can of see why he might be having some trouble sleeping. This kid’s brain must be in hyper overdrive mode right now. I’m honestly curious what he figures out how to do tomorrow.
We did battle it out with him a bit last night to get him to sleep. Let me elaborate on that and share why I feel like a terrible parent today. Nathan went to bed around 7pm. Lately the bulk of his sleep problems have been related to early waking but last night he woke up at 10:45pm. He wanted us to pick him up, to play with him, to party. Unfortunately I’m pregnant and tired and my husband is also exhausted.
So, I got to play the game where I refused to pick him up and instead checked in on him every 10 minutes or so. He got pissed. When I went in there the first time I told him I loved him but it was time to sleep. I stayed a minute or two and then left. When I left he screamed. It wasn’t despair or fear it was anger. I gave him about 10 minutes and then went back a second time (still not picking him up) and offered him a cup with water, a hug, and more I love yous. He got mad again when I left but this time after about 4 minutes everything was quiet and he was asleep.
The thing about this that makes me feel terrible is that I know this disturbance isn’t something he’s happy about either. He’s exhausted some mornings and seems frustrated in the middle of the night that he’s awake but we don’t want to be. I hate, hate, HATE letting this kid cry. It breaks my heart. My husband and I were laying in bed for the 10 minute intervals holding hands with our hearts beating in our throats. Part of me knows that for Nathan this is the best way to convey that it’s time to rest and not to play. I also know that by making sure he rests I’m doing the best I can do for him right now. Part of me feels awful that I’m making him so upset. I hate it. My husband hates it.
Nathan woke up this morning around 5:30am and was a pretty happy kid. Giving hugs and kisses, playing with his trains, smiling and laughing. He even sat with me in the rocking chair and watching a DVD for a bit while my husband showered. He doesn’t hold on to the anger or frustration of the night before which makes me feel a little better but yet it doesn’t completely fix it for me.
Hopefully this passes soon and we don’t need to go through these battles nightly. I love my son. I want the best for him. I don’t like to hear him cry. At least I can look forward to more new developments as we struggle through this mess. Maybe he’ll talk soon…