The Tent Trials: Day Seven
Not surprising that this was the time I woke up this morning, considering it’s the time my alarm has gone off everyday this week (apart from the awful 04:50 wake-up call yesterday – urgh!). But as I snuck out of our room to wee as silently as possible, I heard the unwanted murmurings of the Babe.
Oh no……………..!!! She was awake!
I snuck back into bed, hoping she’d fall asleep, but knowing she probably wouldn’t. And in my exhausted state, desperately craving another hour’s sleep, I started to wind myself up with irrational extrapolations of this being the start of a downward spiral into a world of shower-less sleep deprivation This was “it”. The Babe would now always wake-up at 6:00am! I would NEVER again be able to shower, breakfast and prep for the day in a happy, calm manner! We were back to the days of waking, and showering (if I could bear it) to the awful, stressful sounds of ear-piercing, heart-wrenching screams – not the way I want to start day! As I started to build this depressing picture, I also began to seethe with gradually building annoyance (in line with the Babe’s building whimpers) at Hubby’s amazing ability sleep through her cries. How come he could sleep through, when I wake at every sound?
By 6:30, the volume and frequency of cries had increased enough to wake Hubby, who kindly asked whether he should go in? “No” I snapped, “If we get her up now, she’ll never sleep til 7!” (Poor man!) By 6:45, we realised that we’d have to call it a day. Hubby got up to do the bottle and get up.
And the moment he went in, all my stress and annoyance evaporated. And I felt utter love and thanks to Hubby for going in and getting her up. The Babe and Hubby chatted away, and whilst the noise was louder, and I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep, I felt that I could sigh and have a few minutes calm rest before starting the day. 7:20 I got up and showered. By 7:30 I was downstairs, joining in with the breakfast preparations, and my self-pityings back in check!
Post-lunch sleep was only 1hour 15 or so, and considering how shattered the Babe is, it would have been good for her to have a bit (lot) more, but a poo-y nappy called. We’ll aim for another early night tonight, to try and build up the sleep quota again. But it’s definitely fair to say whatever sleep issues we’re having, it’s not to do with the Tent.
Now we’ve just got to bite the bullet and have her in the same room………… Let’s prepare for some more sleepless nights (and more coffee!)
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