Man – we had a rough couple of nights. I didn’t sleep at all Wednesday, Thursday, Friday or Saturday nights. Carson was up and pretty inconsolable almost all night those nights.
On Friday morning we got to daycare and realized he was burning up (I wrote about the 101.8F fever) so I brought him home with me and made an appointment with the doctor for that afternoon. He got diagnosed with croup (was/is going around his classroom) and they gave him a steroid shot to help calm down the swelling in this windpipes. Then he hardly slept at all – at night or during the day. He took two one-hour-ish naps during the day on Saturday and then was up most of the night Saturday night. It was killing me.
We ended up at the ER on Sunday – his cough was getting worse and the fact that he wasn’t sleeping at ALL was really making me nervous. He needed to rest if he was going to get better! And momma needed some rest if I wanted to stay sane. I was afraid that our luck had run out – that his decent sleep habits were gone and lost forever, so maybe I was grasping at something, anything to explain his insomnia. When he was up in the night, it wasn’t a “don’t make me try to sleep, I’m not tired” kind of cry, it was screaming and fighting and inconsolable crying on & off all night. So I called the doctor’s office and they suggested we take him in, mostly because he is so young still.
After getting a chest x-ray (and spending three hours in the the ER), we were told he had some viral “schmuck” going on in his chest (that was the Jewish attending doctor’s professional diagnosis) and that he was fine. We have Carson’s 4-mo appointment this Friday anyway so we were cleared to go with instruction to follow up with his primary care doc in case they wanted to see him before Friday (they don’t).
BUT – the best news is that on Sunday night, Carson fell asleep on me at 8.30p and didn’t wake up until 5a Monday morning. He slept next to me all night {Rick was on the couch!} and when my alarm went off I had to check to make sure he was breathing. ;-) My sister told me that the steroid shot he got on Friday may have messed with his sleep over the weekend, but that doesn’t explain why he was sleeping so poorly the past few weeks, except that maybe his teeth were causing those problems.
So today is Wednesday and we’ve had three nights in a row of good sleeping. Oh and I did just knock on wood.
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Tankity-Tank is loving his exersaucer – we set it up last week and he is slowly spending more & more time enjoying it. Tonight he hung out in it for like 15 minutes outside while Mallory ran around and I was in & out of the house doing dinner, etc. He already knows how to spin around in it and is reaching for all the toys on it.
On the flipside – he isn’t a fan of the swing, and it makes me super sad to think about starting to retire baby stuff for good.
I’ve already had to start going through his dresser and weeding out the 3mo stuff that doesn’t fit. I’ll never have this little teeny tiny, ok I guess he was never very “teeny tiny”, but I’ll never have a baby this age ever again. So everyday gets us closer to him sitting up and crawling and walking, but it is also a day farther away from my sweet little baby boy. I am loving all the smiles and laughter he gives me all the time and I’m super happy that we have (hopefully) turned a corner with his sleeping.
I get nostalgic when I see pregnant women and miss my pregnant belly – and when I say that to Rick he reminds me how miserable I was at the end. How quickly I forgot the back pain, the horrible heartburn, the not being able to sleep on my tummy.
We are beyond happy with our girl and our boy and know that we are blessed and lucky to have two healthy (and extremely adorable) children. I still can’t believe they are mine.