Seems like all I want to do these days is talk about sleep. It's the most important topic of conversation in this family: who's getting it, who's not, and how much (if any). So indulge me as I continue the conversation (no one ever said that this blog would be devoid of narcissistic navel-gazing).
Back in March, I posted about how Ava could sleep. The girl got better and better, regularly sleeping for 6-8 hours a night. While we were away for Passover (and our first few days back), she slept through the night – down for the count around 8 or 9 PM, not up til 6:30 AM. Full stop. Contrast that with Jonah, who the night after we got home from Passover (when he was almost 6 months old), woke up six times (SIX!). And that with me starting a new job the next day. It was not a pretty first day of work.
But wait, there's more. The day after the day after we got back from Passover, my fabulous little sleeper became not so fabulous. She started regularly waking twice (or even three times) a night, every once in a while throwing a single 5 AM wake up into the mix. And strangely enough, it happened right when I went back to work. With Jonah, that transition coincided with improved sleep. Not so Ava. The inhabitants of our household spent most of April bat
tling one illness or another. (Well, the human ones. The cat seemed unfazed.) I thought that when we all were finally well, she might settle back in. Wrong. Then she learned how to roll, and I thought, "Aha! She's been working on something developmental! Surely she'll go back to sleeping well now." Wrong, squared. In the meantime, I'm struggling to get enough sleep to recover from my hellish sore throat, snapping at everything that moves, and generally not appreciating the lack of zzz's.
So what did I do? Oh wait…what was that?
Sounds like Jonah has prematurely awoken from his nap. Sigh.
To be continued…
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