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I am tired. Last night I did not sleep well because, well, last night Little Man did not sleep well. When Little Man does not sleep well, at least one of the parental units does not sleep well. Last night was my turn “in the barrel,” so to speak, and Little Man was Niagara Falls.
There are a few reasons for his lack of un-consciousness during the previous evening. First and foremost during some periods of the night, much like everyone he is not that heavy of a sleeper. Between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning there is a good chance that Little Man will rouse due to the slightest sound that is out of the ordinary. This is one of the reasons that we always have a marginally loud fan on at night. Not only is it white noise, but it also helps the air to move around a bit and remove the feeling of staleness. Ah, the fan, it does at least 2 jobs at one time.
Secondly, his belly has been a bit on the upset side for the past day or so. It has been audibly rumbly and gurgly and the 3+ year old has been releasing some gas that would fell a rhino. Really, he has been rank. Other than some gastronomic distress, he has seemed fine. His breathing is alright, he does not have a fever, he has been generally playful, and he seems to move through the day typically, if not stinkily.
Thirdly, there was a helicopter circling our house for at least 40 minutes last night between the 2:15 am and 2:55 am timeframe. While Little Man valiantly tried to stay asleep, he eventually woke up around 2:40. Stupid helicopters! Or “Het-er-cotters” as Little man was saying last night from 2:40 to 2:55. From 2:55 to 3:20 he was asking “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” I answered the first 10 times he asked with something like “The helicopter is gone, now you need to go back to sleep, Punkin’ Pie” or some such variation. After that It was one word / one phrase answers like “gone,” “dead,” “it blewed up,…” Punctuated with begging and pleading for him to go back to sleep. Eventually I had my hands covering my ears and was rocking back and forth asking no one in particular “Why won’t he go to sleep?” repeatedly.
He finally re-succumbed to sleep (released his white knuckled grip on consciousness) around 4:15 am and fitfully slept until around 6:50 when he finally settled into his final 45 minutes of deep sleep for the day.
I am tired, and I have work I am neglecting.
To Recap
Where het-er-cotter?
Breath Right Strips may save my marriage
I have a meeting I have to get ready for
It will suck mightily, although it would not be so bad if we had snacks
Snacks make everything else better
Is it only Wednesday?
There are a few reasons for his lack of un-consciousness during the previous evening. First and foremost during some periods of the night, much like everyone he is not that heavy of a sleeper. Between the hours of 2 and 4 in the morning there is a good chance that Little Man will rouse due to the slightest sound that is out of the ordinary. This is one of the reasons that we always have a marginally loud fan on at night. Not only is it white noise, but it also helps the air to move around a bit and remove the feeling of staleness. Ah, the fan, it does at least 2 jobs at one time.
Secondly, his belly has been a bit on the upset side for the past day or so. It has been audibly rumbly and gurgly and the 3+ year old has been releasing some gas that would fell a rhino. Really, he has been rank. Other than some gastronomic distress, he has seemed fine. His breathing is alright, he does not have a fever, he has been generally playful, and he seems to move through the day typically, if not stinkily.
Thirdly, there was a helicopter circling our house for at least 40 minutes last night between the 2:15 am and 2:55 am timeframe. While Little Man valiantly tried to stay asleep, he eventually woke up around 2:40. Stupid helicopters! Or “Het-er-cotters” as Little man was saying last night from 2:40 to 2:55. From 2:55 to 3:20 he was asking “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” “Where het-er-cotter?” I answered the first 10 times he asked with something like “The helicopter is gone, now you need to go back to sleep, Punkin’ Pie” or some such variation. After that It was one word / one phrase answers like “gone,” “dead,” “it blewed up,…” Punctuated with begging and pleading for him to go back to sleep. Eventually I had my hands covering my ears and was rocking back and forth asking no one in particular “Why won’t he go to sleep?” repeatedly.
He finally re-succumbed to sleep (released his white knuckled grip on consciousness) around 4:15 am and fitfully slept until around 6:50 when he finally settled into his final 45 minutes of deep sleep for the day.
I am tired, and I have work I am neglecting.
To Recap
Where het-er-cotter?
Breath Right Strips may save my marriage
I have a meeting I have to get ready for
It will suck mightily, although it would not be so bad if we had snacks
Snacks make everything else better
Is it only Wednesday?
Labels: Little Man
4 Comments:
Breath Right strips? - you too huh
OMG. I remember my son would get up all hours of the night. He'd just wanna chat or walk around the house. Finally and I know this is bad, we put a TV in his room and showed him how to start the Lion King. We'd wake up in the middle of the night to Simba and who ever else was in that movie playing and he'd either be watching or would have fallen back asleep.
Thankfully he outgrew that when he got to be about 6.
Good luck to you and the wifey!
Ouch. We've had H back on an even sleep-keel ever since we got back from Pennsylvania on Sunday -- once the routine was restored, he was no longer wired until 10 PM or so. (The low point in PA was Saturday evening, when we had to use the nuclear option: a long drive down U.S. 30, in the darkness of half-past-9. Worked like a charm, though.)
We're training ourselves not to jump at every peep, but I guess Little Man's chronic health problems take the wait-and-see option off the table for you. (The low-flying aircraft don't help either, I'm sure.) My sympathies -- we remember the Bad Old Days of infancy all too well, and it sounds as if you're still living them at times.
Anon:
Trying to mitigate the sonorous slumbersong as much as I can.
kimmyk:
The Lion King is not so bad to sleep to.
b:
Co-sleeping is an issue when he wakes.
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