Oh sleep...Why must we have such a tortured relationship? Why can't we be friends like we used to be?
Sleep and I haven't been getting along for the past...year or so. It seems to have had something to do with the birth of a certain little guy, but I'm not looking to point fingers today.
Today I'm mourning the loss of the little bit of sleep I had been getting. It's. officially. gone.
Recently, Little Spaghetti has started doing this *darling* new thing in his sleep: crawling, climbing, and clawing his way around the bed at night. Yes, we co-sleep. For now at least. Until we night wean. (Stay tuned: night-weaning is scheduled for April 15!)
The hatred of beautiful, soft (expensive) sheets was tough to swallow, my extreme paranoia of SIDS was a challenge, the nursing ALL NIGHT LONG has been brutal, but I'm at a total loss for what to do now.
He just crawls...in his sleep. His eyes aren't open. He's not really awake, though he does make some whining sounds. He crawls up in between the pillows, which isn't so bad. He crawls toward the side of the bed, which causes me to worry (and not sleep, wouldn't you know?). He crawls straight into the bed posts and bangs his head. And my personal favorite, he crawls on top of my head.
I try to just gently move him back into place or cuddle him next to me, but to no avail. He flails like a mad man until he has regained his freedom (and this from a kid who loved being swaddled until he was almost six months old!).
Am I destined to be forever sleep-deprived? Will I ever regain my sanity? Will this child ever learn to sleep like a normal child? Any words of wisdom? Tips or tricks? Strong martinis to pass my way?