Over the last week or so, Gene has taken a giant leap backward where sleep is concerned. For the last two months I've been able to put him in his crib awake, would quickly fall asleep, and slept through the night. Suddenly he needs rocked to sleep and wakes up 1-2 times before morning.
A few nights ago was particularly rough.
I rocked him to sleep and prayed he'd stay asleep until morning.
That was not the case.
Around 11:30 he started crying and I could see that he was standing in his crib. I gave him a few minutes to see if he'd settle back down and go to sleep.
I went in, scooped him up, and rocked him back to sleep. When I put him back in his crib, he immediately woke up and started crying again. It took 45 minutes, but I was finally able to put him in his crib and go to bed.
Fast-forward to 1AM. Gene begins to cry. I managed to get my zombie mom self out of my cozy bed and started rocking him.
He continued to cry.
I changed his diaper.
I gave him a bottle.
I gave him some Tylenol.
By this point I was thinking about crying as well. I brought him into bed thinking it would calm him down.
When he refused to settle down, I whipped out my iPhone and let a Fisher Price app sing the alphabet song. Over and over and over again. Gene sat there, watching the bright, flashing colors.
Then he did something unexpected.
He started DANCING.
Michael and I started laughing. It's the middle of the night and we're dealing with a cranky baby. Both of us are ready to pull out our hair because this child would. not. sleep. Yet we couldn't help but laugh. As tired as we were, in that moment we were filled with love for our son. Years from now we'll still be telling this story.