Tuesday, 28 June 2011

There are laws...

Which seem to govern the universe. Laws of gravity, Murphy's Law, the law of Alanis Morisette (10 000 spoons when all you need is a knife). There are also laws which govern my home, specifically, the law of Supermama sleep deprivation.

I've been on Monkey night-time duty since she was born. Husband sleeps like he's in a coma so he never hears anything. If I wanted him to get up with the baby, by the time I pulled out the hammer, drum kit and air horn I would need to wake him up, I might as well just look after her myself.

The past week and a half Monkey has been getting up to scream between the hours of 330am-500am. I think she's getting a whole pile of teeth at once to accompany the almost 4 she has now at 11 months. I sit up with her, rock her, give her Tylenol, give her wet wash cloths, do a diaper check, and sing (which usually brings on more frantic screaming). Little works.

In any case, a couple of nights ago I reached my limit and declared that husband WILL be getting up with baby so I could finally get some rest. I put the baby monitor on his side of the bed, on full volume with the noise indicator lights facing his eyes. I also had the air horn, just in case.


So what happened? Monkey slept. Like a log. From 7pm to 7am without a peep.

I did a little tap dance that morning and prayed things were back to normal and I resumed night-time duty the next day.

So what happened? Monkey screamed from 330am-615am. I think she was making up a bit for lost time and added a 'mama-tried-to-catch-up-on-sleep' penalty.