Bed Nomad on Standby

Bed Nomad on Standby

I’ve never flown standby.

Not that I wouldn’t, my life has just never suited it.

Waiting on the sidelines, with bag in hand, hoping to reach intended destination at a reasonable time. Wondering, where will I sleep tonight? Patience and time overshadow the feverish rat race. And now, in a roundabout way, I feel like I can relate. My Pillow and Blanket in hand. Not knowing where I’m going to sleep, or if I am going to be kicked out of my bed in the middle of the night.

This is an interesting game we play. We’re trying to get Emmett to sleep in his own room. I try to sleep where he is not.

There’s a fundamental difference between Emmett and Stella.

Stella took forever to get to sleep but when she was a sleep, she was out for the count. She would quietly wake up for her feedings and quietly go back to bed. No harm done, we all lived happily together in a room.

Emmett in contrast falls asleep quickly on his own. He’ll sleep a while and then he’ll wake up, his alarm bells spring into action. He could double as an air raid siren. There is no warm up phase. No Warning. Just a short gasp and then its full ear arresting, bone rattling screaming.

Some of the girls at Mommy’s PKIP class complain that they have to get up once a night. Through the 45 minute to 2 hour interval haze, Maja’s groggy eyes would love being woken only once a night.

This screaming really wouldn’t be such a problem if he were to say, quiet down shortly afterwards. Alas, it is not so. Lately, nothing can calm him down. It could be that we are having problems with his skin. It’s dry, red and inflamed. He scratches and scratches till he’s bloody. I can’t blame him. It would irritate me too.

Or it could be growing pains. He’s big, already around 8 kilos (17 pounds).

It could be over stimulation and he doesn’t know how to calm down. If he sleeps good during the day, he sleeps good at night. If he sleeps bad during the day, he sleeps poorly during the night. He has no sleep pattern at all. One day is good, one day not. He has no sleep pattern at all. One day is good, one day not.

Lately we have been dealing with the latter.

I have confirmed another parenting lesson. We know that Gay couples have more disposable income than parents. This is because they don’t spend their dough on any far fetched theory to try and keep their kids quiet, happy and sleeping. They don’t have a frequent buyer account at www.amazon.de

We heard that babies like a nesting feeling, like being back in the womb. We bought one of the large German breast feeding pillows to curve around him. Bam bam had other plans, pulling this nest of a pillow on top of his chest, beating the daylights out of it.

Strike one

He needs extreme body contact with mommy. Maybe a stuffed animal with a heartbeat to mimic the heartbeat he heard in the womb. We purchased Filo the fox. Emmett grabbed is little fuzzy ears and swung it around as if he was riding a bull at the rodeo.

Strike two

And so there I stand in the hallway, pillow and blanket in hand.

The Bed nomad,

Wondering if I will get to sleep in my bed?

Will I be kicked out in the middle of the night as he carries on? Sometimes, this bed ain’t big enough for the three of us.

Last night was a blood red full moon.

According to me, he slept well. That means I didn’t hear him. I didn’t even hear when Mommy put him in our bed. He slept through my alarm.

Oh I hope this is a sign that we’re headed in the right direction and not just the effects of a full moon.