I really can’t complain about sleep patterns around here. For the most part things have gone remarkably well. Seneca is actually a very good sleeper. Sometimes she forgets that sleep happens at night time, but when I think back to how Calder slept at this age, let’s just say I’m happy with her habits (we’re talking 4-6 hour stretches, folks!)!
Honestly, it’s most the big boy who is throwing me off kilter these days. Perhaps it took him a while to fully realize that this new little being was here to stay or the monstrous teeth that are pushing their way through his tender little gums. Or maybe it’s the incessant snot that’s making him persnickety.
Whatever the case may be, I can’t seem to get a handle on his unpredictability. And Garth is equally perplexed. One night we’ll do bedtime and he’ll go down like a champ without making so much as a peep. Other nights, he’s screeching off and on for 30+ minutes! We’re second-guessing ourselves so much now, or trying to help him get back to the beautiful bedtimes we’d enjoyed for nearly 10 months now that we’re starting to muddle the routine.
I guess this is the first of many experiences that humbles me and softens my attitude towards my own parents. As the oldest, I guess now I should cut my folks a little slack because clearly I can see that much of parenting is trial and error. And believe me, I’m not above learning from others’ trials or errors. So if there’s any advice to be had, please (PLEASE!) comment away!
Until then, I’ll meditate on these images, trusting that they both know how to sleep…we’ll just keep working to get it at the right time! 🙂