Desperate times call for desperate measures… I am holding my iPhone in my right hand and composing this post with my thumb. What prevents me from sitting down and using my laptop, not to mention both hands, is lying in the crook of my left arm, sleeping. He’ll wake up in a moment, any moment, and I’ll have to renegotiate even this.
We got into a bad habit while we were away, and Master J is not taking kindly to my daily efforts to restore us to normal. The swinger didn’t – couldn’t – come with us, so cuddle snoozes became the order of the day. That is, with the exception of pram and car naps, either Llew or I pretty much held him for the duration of the sleep. And now – naturally enough – he’s figured out the swinger is a pretty shit offering by comparison. In this current
contest of wills, I’d say it’s Master J 4, Di nil. I let him rant a good
long while today, until I just couldn’t take the indignant screaming
anymore. He can really serve it up, and has apparently endless reserves of energy for bringing the house down until yours truly
caves, as I did today after a battle lasting a good 45 minutes. He
just would not calm down. Pick him up and he’s asleep in minutes.
Thank Christ this is not the nighttime routine, is all I can say.
So the dilemma is this: I need to break the back of this new little habit because obviously I can’t hold him every time he needs a
daytime sleep at home. So where do I put him, when he won’t have
a bar of his cot during the day and hasn’t done since he was about
10 weeks old. I revisited it not long after he moved to the cot from
the bassinet and he screamed like I’d dumped him in the eternal
hellfires. He isn’t one for simply registering discontent – he really
goes bananas. I have a fairly developed capacity for tuning out, plus
I have a stubborn streak myself, so I don’t capitulate the second he
cries, I really don’t, but he outclasses me for staying power. I tough
it out for as long as I can stand it, still foolishly believing he’ll settle
without my intervention. You have to understand this is after
cuddles as it is – he is well renumerated on that score. Anyway, I’m
out of ideas. Part of me thinks he’s only this age for such a short
time, I may as well cuddle him while I still can, but another part
says, ‘Don’t be daft.’
I guess I have a few awful days ahead trying to change things or at least return them to pre-trip status. I can’t believe I am finally blogging and all I can think to say is how badly our daytime sleep
routine has hit the fan… Riveting reading!
Please forgive me. I’m tired. It was a tense sleep after a long 13-hour day. Today’s been another.
The break itself was great, although I expected to read and write
and managed neither. We had our first family road trip, taking the
new car – now officially known as the Silver Surfer – up to the north
coast so we could introduce Master J to Nana and my sister. Master
J proved a star traveller, taking to his portacot like the world
wanderer we hope he shall be. He also embraced distance travel by
falling asleep in the car for entire legs of the journey, awakening
only when he was due for a feed. A miracle! He did, however, take
serious exception to being in the darkened car at night – once the
sun went down, we had to get him to the other end as soon as
possible or suffer the unhappy consequences. It was a race against
time we lost more than won, making for stressful arrivals
everywhere we went. But overall, I was amazed and relieved by how readily he took to the onslaught of change – he’ll be off on his Grand Tour in no time.
680 thumb-written words… We’re back in some sort of business. The thumb chronicles continue