So, hey, blogging. It's been an exhausting few weeks since we got home. You know how you brag about your kid being good at something, like walking or sharing or not being a total turd when you're grocery shopping, and they IMMEDIATELY stop being good at that thing?
Eleanor has been an amazing sleeper since she was about 7 months old. Naps are hit or miss in length, but she goes down smiling and wakes up laughing, and you could set a bomb off in her room at night without her even rolling over.
And I'm so grateful that she waited til we got home before she completely lost her shit. But now she is just…
And it's partially the jump across two time zones, and partially the cold and hacking cough, and partially I think it's molars coming in, and partially a new and exciting fear of the dark.
Only in the last few days has she stopped crying when I put her down. She still cries when she wakes up. I used to wake up around 7:30 to the sound of her cheerfully hectoring her friends - 'FatSheep, you SIT. Mrs Roy, lay down.' - and I'd check my email and put on pants and go to the bathroom and then fetch her out.
Now she wakes up hollering between 5:45 and 6:15. I can't just leave her there to sort herself out, both because I feel badly and because Joel has been working late shifts and needs to be able to sleep in. So I put pants on in the dark and stagger in to get her, and then we go have breakfast and by the time we're done breakfast it's not even 7 and the morning stretches ahead of us, long and cranky.
I'm trying to be grateful for the small gains, like I was when she was a newborn. The first week or so home she would wake in the night, terrified and confused, and I'd forgotten how murdery that makes you feel during the day, having your night's sleep broken. So I'm grateful that part is over. Four of the last five nights she's gone to bed without crying. Twice this week she's woken up without crying, and spent half an hour leaning on the edge of her crib and staring at the door, repeating Mama open the door? Eleanor all done thleeping.
When your kids regress, or pick up stupid and hideous habits, you always think that this is the way they are now, and you panic and you try to figure out how to fix it. I've gotten her a nightlight. I double up her jammies, so she's not waking up cold. But I think mostly I just have to wake up at 6 with her, and tell her she's safe, and wait til this blows over.