Rough night here last night. Alice was up at 1:20, 4:30, and 5am, crying. I think that teeth are preparing to cut, because she’s drooling a lot and cranky. So at 5, I brought her upstairs to feed her, give her Motrin, and put numbing medicine on her gums.
Hopefully the rough night means that they’ll cut through today. This means that today might not be a lot of fun, but tonight should be better. She’ll be getting Motrin and numbing stuff at bedtime, though.
I hate teething. At least she’s not as bad as Helen, though. When one of Helen’s teeth would cut through, I’d spend the day cleaning up puke, since that’s Helen’s typical response to pain. Alice just doesn’t sleep. That’s her typical response to everything, it seems.
Ear infection? No fever, no ear-pulling, just a lack of sleep.
Hungry? No sleep.
Not sure how to start your book report? No sleep.
Stock market down? No sleep.
As annoying as Helen’s occasional temper tantrums are, I think I prefer preschoolers to babies. Ugh. At least Helen SLEEPS at night like normal people. Coupled with Alice’s Morning Person-ness, I’m doomed.
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Helen has always slept at night like normal people. And now with Alice balance will be restored to the universe.
It DOES sound like teething. And I’d like to respond to Jerry’s comment — it is HELEN that is the abnormal child here. Most babies/toddlers wake in the night for sickness, teething, etc. You guys just got lucky the first time around! Alice, for better or worse, is highly representative of normal baby populations around the world. Hope you have a better night, you guys.
Let the Record show that Jerry slept peacefully through Alice’s wakings last night. He wakes up INSTANTLY on the weekends, but during the week, he sleeps through them. Cracks me up.
We have loaded Alice up with Motrin and will apply numbing gel at bedtime. Hopefully tonight will go better. Poor miserable thing!
‘Tis true… since we decided that on weekdays I needed to sleep I barely notice Alice’s cries. On weekends I wake up. I don’t consciously hear her cry and think “what day is it?” before deciding whether to do something about it.
The brain is a weird and wonderful thing.