I have a slew of cute little stories I'd like to share about Evie -- she is all sorts of fun these days. But, tonight she melted my heart. As I talked about earlier this week, we've begun the transition to one nap. It is not going well, unfortunately. On the first day of one nap, she took said nap for 2 hours (with some help from me after a premature wakeup), and went to bed that night fairly easily. However, the last two days she is fighting this nap and bedtime, and waking up too early from the nap. All the blogs and books talk about this being a possibility, and to help your little one get as much sleep as possible during the transition or else risk them becoming so overtired that they suddenly start waking up at night again. And lord knows we can't have that.
So, today was day three of one nap and she only slept for 50 minutes or so. I went in to try to help her resettle and was unsuccessful. The rest of the day she was crazy overtired, not eating her lunch or dinner very well and unable to focus on anything. She even gave up walking by the evening and was just crawling around and occasionally laying her head down. So, we figured once she was laid in her crib she would be out cold. Well, not that this shocked us, but we were dead wrong. She tossed and turned and cried and fussed and sang and eventually screamed. Will went in to help calm her down and had zero success in doing so. The poor thing was flailing all over the crib. After about 30 minutes of trying to pat her to sleep, he left in a huff and gave up. We assumed she'd eventually drift off and we just had to ignore her. Again, we were wrong. An hour after Will left she was still awake. I went in next and saw patting wasn't going to do much. She was so overtired she just couldn't get comfortable. I know that feeling. It's awful. Since I couldn't very will give her a sleeping pill, I raised her up out of the crib and sat with her in the rocking chair. No sooner did my butt hit the seat than she began snoring. She was cuddled up against my chest and her head got so heavy so fast she started sliding off and onto the arm rest. I tried to adjust her and she awoke, looking at me like "please don't move. I'm SO tired. I just want to sleep." I let her drift off again and tried to move her to the crib once asleep. No surprise that it didn't work and she was once again flopping around the crib. Singing and patting her back eventually calmed her enough to fall asleep again, and I tiptoed out of the room. It's only been 45 minutes since she fell asleep, and she's already woken up once, walked around the crib and collapsed in a sleepy heap. Fingers crossed this all sorts itself out soon enough. Of course I leave Evie for the first time EVER this weekend, so I can only imagine what life will be like for Will. I'll just have to hope that my absence somehow results in her sleeping better.
So, today was day three of one nap and she only slept for 50 minutes or so. I went in to try to help her resettle and was unsuccessful. The rest of the day she was crazy overtired, not eating her lunch or dinner very well and unable to focus on anything. She even gave up walking by the evening and was just crawling around and occasionally laying her head down. So, we figured once she was laid in her crib she would be out cold. Well, not that this shocked us, but we were dead wrong. She tossed and turned and cried and fussed and sang and eventually screamed. Will went in to help calm her down and had zero success in doing so. The poor thing was flailing all over the crib. After about 30 minutes of trying to pat her to sleep, he left in a huff and gave up. We assumed she'd eventually drift off and we just had to ignore her. Again, we were wrong. An hour after Will left she was still awake. I went in next and saw patting wasn't going to do much. She was so overtired she just couldn't get comfortable. I know that feeling. It's awful. Since I couldn't very will give her a sleeping pill, I raised her up out of the crib and sat with her in the rocking chair. No sooner did my butt hit the seat than she began snoring. She was cuddled up against my chest and her head got so heavy so fast she started sliding off and onto the arm rest. I tried to adjust her and she awoke, looking at me like "please don't move. I'm SO tired. I just want to sleep." I let her drift off again and tried to move her to the crib once asleep. No surprise that it didn't work and she was once again flopping around the crib. Singing and patting her back eventually calmed her enough to fall asleep again, and I tiptoed out of the room. It's only been 45 minutes since she fell asleep, and she's already woken up once, walked around the crib and collapsed in a sleepy heap. Fingers crossed this all sorts itself out soon enough. Of course I leave Evie for the first time EVER this weekend, so I can only imagine what life will be like for Will. I'll just have to hope that my absence somehow results in her sleeping better.
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