Sleep…

For two nights in a row T has rousted all who live here once, only once , vs. that 1a.m. waking followed by wakings every 15 to 30 minutes until 4a.m. We have tried Orajel and Infant Tylenol. We have used sippy cup and the boobs. We have diligently stuck to a pre-bedtime routine of bath and books and lullabies with the rocker keeping time. We have, as a last ditch effort, tried the crying it out method (Just do it, said the doctor) and ultimately tried to be consistent, whatever consistency consists of in the middle of the night. I doubt that any of our efforts explain why T has slept well for two nights. Exhaustion, an easing up of the cruel little buggers messing with his gums, and hopefully simply a turned corner as he approaches his 17th month—these are more likely factors, I believe, than the efforts of his parents. This morning, T slept in until 7:25a.m. Never happens! The difference in his mommy? I’m ready to jog him over to the park and teach him to kick the soccer ball. I’m ready to haul him in and out of the carseat as we roam from park to Travel Town to Trader Joe’s. I’m ready! As soon as I finish my cup of coffee and Elmo finally shuts up…Ah, sleep—how I’ve missed you.