I have accepted the fact that my kid is the worst night sleeper ever. It has been so bad lately, that we called the doctors office yesterday… that and we wanted to make sure his solid poo was a good thing and not a bad thing. What I don’t get about Cason is that he is awesome during the day. He’s alert, he plays, he smiles, he naps, he eats every 3-4 hours… everything is “A” ok! Heck, I took him to the dentist with me and he did not cry once. Took him to the store… he was a champ. Kinsey went to dinner with him and her sister last night, not a peep. Then comes night time and he is up every two hours, he cries, he’s constantly moving, and can’t seem to understand that he should be sleeping. So this is how our call with the nurse went when they called back yesterday:
We told her about the hard poo, and she said it was ok. She then let us know that he should be sleeping 6-8 hours a night now. All of our friends kid’s are sleeping 6-8 hours… Cason has never done that. So this falls back on us right? We suck. We are doing something wrong, and we have no idea what it is. The nurse couldn’t even pin point the problem because everything she told us we should be doing… we are doing:
We swaddle him
We feed him a lil bit more before bed
We have given him rice cereal
We put him to bed at the same time every night
We have a white noise maker
We keep his room at 70 degrees
We give him a bath before bed
His diaper is clean
We read the books
We watched videos
Name it… we’ve done it.
Nothing has worked… and poor Kinsey is breaking down. I am dead serious when I say this: when he sleeps through the night for the first time, I am going to throw us a party, we deserve it. Forget divorce parties, birthday parties, bachelor and bachelorette parties, promotion parties… the biggest party of my life will happen when he sleeps through the night.
On a funny note: on the way in to work this morning, I saw a car lose control. The car was probably about half a mile away, so I couldn’t really see what was happening, but I saw smoke, and I saw that it came to a complete stop. As I approached it, I noticed it had hit a pole over by the 24-hour tire shop that I assume is a drug ring, and about 10-15 dudes started jumping out of the car and running. I was a lil startled because I had no idea what I should be doing. I don’t know if they came from the car, or if they came from the tire shop… but they were running. I made an executive decision: I did not stop because I was just pulled over in that area earlier in the week because the cop thought I was a drug dealer. With my luck, the same cop would have shown up and it would look like I was involved in some way… and if they need witnesses, I am sure there was someone at the 24 hour tire shop… that I still think is a drug ring.
