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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Baby-frickin-radar

What's the deal with babies and their radar? How does Silas always seem to know exactly when I'm ready to fall asleep for the night, sitting down to have a quiet moment outside with a cool drink, have my hands inside the toilet cleaning it, or sitting at the computer to check my email.

I often wonder if I send out some sort of mental vibe to him or something.

The nights are the worst. He's always been a good sleeper. I attribute that to starting him on a bedtime routine at exactly 4 weeks. He now goes to bed at 7 and sleeps until 7 the next day. So I can't complain too much, EXCEPT..

we have gotten into this routine of what I like to refer to as pacifier HELL. He randomly spits out his paci and cries for it, or wakes in the night, realizes he doesn't have it and cries for it. (This is obviously a topic for another day, but just for the record I'm weening him off of it as we speak)

Anyway, as I was saying. Just when I go to bed almost every single night, at the exact moment when I'm fully relaxed and closing my eyes as I fall asleep, boom. He wakes up wanting that stupid paci.

How does he know? I used to think it was a coincidence. Now, not so much. He is almost 7 months old and has had perfect precise timing ever since he was born. There has to be more to it.

I wonder if we're connected in some weird way. If I send him some sort of sub conscious messages that make him wake up or want me. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy but it just doesn't make any sense!!

It's not just when he's sleeping, either. He can be happily playing with toys in the playpen or jumping around in the jumperoo and I think "I'm just going to run to the bathroom" and the moment I sit down, he cries. I can sit here staring at him for 20 minutes while he plays (or even for longer) and he wants nothing to do with me! the moment I get busy with something he does.

I'm not sure what it is, but sometimes it's really frustrating. Maybe it's just the lack of sleep talking. I look forward to the days when we finally completely ween him from that stupid soother and he sleeps consistantly without waking again. Mama's tired!

of course, if I just went to 7 when he does I'd get some great sleep even with the wakeups. but then I'd have no time to myself and who wants that? it's much easier to just complain.

And in closing, to further prove my point, he's woken up twice while I wrote this. coincidence? hmmmmm?

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