The excitement of yesterday had me up until midnight last night, glued to the election coverage. Midnight. That is so stupid.
Louie is seriously up like every 45 minutes to two hours all night long these days, and that includes during the time between when he first goes down for the night and when I go to bed. It's ridiculous, but familiar. Feels like it was just yesterday that it was Gus pulling this crap with the constant night-wakings.
I really don't get it, why do my kids do this stuff, and other kids just... sleep?
I don't know. I admit I'm firmly in the camp of parents that just prefer to roll with it with the baby sleep "issues", hoping for it to get better on its own. I'm iffy on the sleep training stuff and probably more than anything else, I'm just too lazy and tired to do anything more than zombie my way out of bed and retrieve my baby, prop myself up with pillows in bed, and nurse him back to sleep. (Louie doesn't like to nurse side-lying! Why baby why?!)
Not like the "do nothing" approach really worked with Gus. He finally started sleeping better sometime between 2 and 3, and still today he doesn't sleep through the night very often. I can't help but wonder sometimes, is it them or is it us that is the problem?
My saving grace, the thing that gets me through it and helps me convince myself that Louie will outgrow some of this stuff earlier than Gus, is that he can totally put himself to sleep. Really he does it pretty consistently, with very little fussing, and believe it or not, has never once been rocked to sleep in his ten months of life. If he's in the mood, he will fall asleep nursing. If not, then he's arching away from me and practically leaping out of my arms to get into his bed. No bedtime or nap time snuggles for this baby boy.
If it wasn't so convenient that he went to bed on his own so well, it would make me sad. I do love me a good rocking chair baby snuggle session.
He is so lovely though.
They both are.
I hate to complain, truly at this point it's sort of a fact of life, though that doesn't really make it any easier. It just means I'm more numb to it all. Someday, we will sleep again, and it will be amaaaaaaazing. I will never take a full night of sleep for granted again, so long as I live.