I have to share something funny my husband said today. He has a sense of humor, but doesn't usually say funny things.
G has a rough sleeping day yesterday. Her night sleep over Friday night was wonderful, her first nap was the typical 40 minutes, and then her second nap was almost 2 hours. It ended around 12:30 pm. Her bed time isn't until after 6 pm. There was no way she could make it to bedtime without another nap. I tried to put her down around 2:45, but she SCREAMED and fought it harder than ever. My husband, God love him, figured she didn't want to sleep, so I willingly got her up (I mean, who wants to listen to screaming on their weekend when it's the only time daddy is really home to play with the baby). They went for a walk, and all seemed okay. In the back of my mind, though, my sleep training obsessed self came out. I knew we were going to have a bear on our hands that evening because she was going to be so overtired. I even tried for a late nap (4:45) to combat it...fail. At bed time (early, at 6 pm), she was so overtired we couldn't get her to sleep (no matter what we tried) until after 8:30. Wow. That was by far the worst evening we've had since sleep training G. I was so stressed, saying some choice words in the kitchen while my husband took his turn trying to get her down. I suppose we could have tried cry it out (never had to really do it before), but we didn't. It was, essentially, cry it out with checks that turned into my husband getting her to fall asleep by putting his hand on her until she was out. Even nursing her to sleep didn't work.
This morning, she woke up at her regular time (she is very regular with that, regardless of bed time), all in a funk. Getting her down for her first nap this morning was also a pain, because she was still overtired from lack of restorative night sleep (2 less hours than normal).
I was prepared for the worst at church. I assumed she would have a meltdown. She is normally a perfect baby in church, and she was no different today! Hooray!!! She just listened, looked around, smiled, fidgeted a little bit, and stole the show for everyone around us (sorry!).
Upon returning home, my husband was holding her, as nap time was nearing, but she was still in a great mood. He said, "What? Did church get those sleep demons out of you!?"
I stopped in my tracks and busted up laughing :-)
ps. I'll post an updated sleep training post this week.
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