Coveting Sleep
The Whomptons went on vacation to Nashville and visited family and friends and played tourist for over a week in mid July. It was lovely to see family, but Lola's routine was utterly destroyed by the venture. Each night we were there, except one, saw Lola waking up sometime between 10 p.m. - 1 a.m., screaming hysterically, and then remaining awake for 2-3 hours. She screamed and screamed in her crib, which wasn't appropriate in a household of 10 or so people, so Eric got up with her during her insomnia hours. I got up with her at the 5 a.m. hour because, of course, she went to sleep and got up at the standard times each day.
We left Nashville early, partly in the hope of sleeping a normal night's sleep in STL. That didn't actually happen though. Lola still screams out and requires servicing of some sort -- sometimes 2-5 times a night. Since we've returned to STL, we let Lola scream as long as it takes; her top length duration was 2 hours.
The past few nights have been much better. If I reach her within 30 seconds of screaming start, then I can tell her "It's not time to get up Lola. Lie down and go back to bed." and she will lie down and let me cover her up. That's worked successfully four or so times. But it still requires getting up, going to her, and then hoping, hoping, hoping that she sleeps.
I know that parenthood equals interrupted sleep, but I've grown comfortable in my realm of a consistent 8 hours of sleep each night. These past three weeks have destroyed Eric and me and we eagerly await the night that Lola chooses to sleep completely through until morning.
We left Nashville early, partly in the hope of sleeping a normal night's sleep in STL. That didn't actually happen though. Lola still screams out and requires servicing of some sort -- sometimes 2-5 times a night. Since we've returned to STL, we let Lola scream as long as it takes; her top length duration was 2 hours.
The past few nights have been much better. If I reach her within 30 seconds of screaming start, then I can tell her "It's not time to get up Lola. Lie down and go back to bed." and she will lie down and let me cover her up. That's worked successfully four or so times. But it still requires getting up, going to her, and then hoping, hoping, hoping that she sleeps.
I know that parenthood equals interrupted sleep, but I've grown comfortable in my realm of a consistent 8 hours of sleep each night. These past three weeks have destroyed Eric and me and we eagerly await the night that Lola chooses to sleep completely through until morning.
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