Trying Days
Tristan has always been a great sleeper, until recently. The last three nights have been horrible. Last night was especially taxing. Tristan woke up at 3 am after only going to bed at 10pm. After a half hour of destroying his crib and mobile I let him play in his room. He was standing in his crib and turning around, then he would grab two animals on his mobile, sit down and let the mobile go. This caused it to shoot up and he would laugh.
Around 3:30 am I put a baby gate in the hallway so he could play in his nursery or the guest bedroom. Finally he went to bed at 5:30, so when 6:15 rolled around, he was not happy about waking up. We have a routine in the morning, I learned early on to get us both out the door on time, this is best. I start by turning his light on and playing some music. Then I softly say his name a few times, after that I pull his blanket off and pick him up. This led him to start grunting and yelling at me. Tristan was being so stubborn I almost dropped him, so I sat him back down. Then he locked his body, when he does that he is so impossible. Needless I was 45 minutes late leaving.
The morning was just not going well. When we got to daycare after a short ten minute ride he was fast asleep. When dropping Tristan off I like to tell his provider things like when he ate last, what time he woke up, and when his last diaper change was. I forget that she has all wood floors, and with Tristan crawling I can’t put footed pajamas on him because it causes him to slip and slide. When I forgot it is not an issue, I always have extra clothes there. She informed me that his extra outfit didn’t fit. I was already really late and I could not afford the time to go home, our quick fix solution was to cut the feet out of his pajamas.
Then she dropped the next little bomb shell, she was out of baby food. In addition to the three bottles of formula, Tristan gets a jar of baby food. I must have looked super stressed because she asked if she could give him apple sauce. I read the jar and it was all natural, no sugar added so I said yes. I finally made it to work almost an hour late, and that is when my cell phone rang. Tristan has spit up all over his one outfit and she didn’t know what to do. I really wanted to cry, a night of no sleep and a horrible morning was just enough to throw me over the edge.
I called his father and he was 2 hours away, as am I. Tristan is at daycare in nothing but a diaper while she washes his clothes. The weekend can not come soon enough, I need a break. I love being a Mother but sometimes it is the most stressful job in the world.
-Chrystal
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