Last night I was tormented by a row of lit up red lights. Seeing those lights and hearing the cry that went along with them, tore me up inside. Not because I felt bad for the crying child on the other end, but because it meant that for one more night, the baby and I were not sleeping straight through the night. Since she got sick about a month ago, Little L has stopped sleeping through the night. She wakes up between 2 and 3 in the morning to be fed. Usually, this means that I am up feeding her for about half an hour and then we both go back to sleep. Last night was different.
She woke up at 2. I changed her, fed her, and attempted to put her back to sleep. She wasn't having any of it. Little L decided that it was "waking up time" (in the words of D). After fussing, crying, and whining, I thought she wasn't feeling well. So, I took her temperature. That wasn't it. She was drooling like you wouldn't believe, so I tried Orajel. No go. I held her, I tried to put her back to bed. Nothing worked. Finally, I let her play.
For the next two hours, Little L played and played and played until she wore herself out. I on the other hand had been worn out since she woke up at 2. Oy! After I put her to bed at 4, I sat on the couch and watched those menacing lights dance up and down the monitor. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (it was probably only 5 minutes but every second took forever at that time of day), the lights stopped blinking. The soft music in her room played, but no crying accompanied it.
What a terrible, sleepless night. I will be heading to bed in a few minutes in case we have a repeat from last night. I have already prayed that Little L gets her rest and feels good. And maybe I can get a full night's sleep as well.
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