The Longest Night Came Early

Last night, Noah went to bed around 9 pm, and slept soundly until 2:25 am. Sadly for me, I indulged myself for my birthday and read until 1 am.

He went back to sleep around 3, for 5 minutes. Then we played various “go back to sleep” games until almost 4 am, when I thought I was going to die of sleep psychosis.

I tried putting him in bed and just standing there, trying to soothe him without picking him up. Noah screamed a whole new scream we hadn’t heard before. Think demonic possession. For easily 15 minutes.

Now Jill was also awake, and although she didn’t know any more than I did, she was less delirious and psychotic, so she came up with some ideas of what we could do, and we decamped to downstairs where Noah played contentedly on the floor and we watched some Murphy Brown (and Roseanne, and Different World) reruns.

I miss Murphy Brown.

Noah finally wound down around 4:30 or 4:45 am. Jill went back to bed, but since I was petrified that we would do another few rounds of the psychotic crib dance, and I just could NOT face it, I fell asleep on the couch with Noah nursing. He woke up again at just after 7 am.

To complicate things, Noah got baptized today, so we’d been hoping for an easy morning before church and good behavior while we were there. One out of two?

Noah charmed everyone, including the other baby getting baptized today, who kept grabbing his arm and hand while the minister did the preliminaries.

Poor guy, though. He’d been napping in the nursery during the beginning of the service, and I had to wake him up to make it to his baptism on time. Total nap time: 25 min.

But he stayed charming all the way through lunch after the service, in the car on the way home, and until he finally fell asleep again at 4:30 pm. By which point both of us thought we were going to collapse. Again, I let him sleep on top of me on the couch, and Jill also crashed.

We slept until 7:30 pm.

Tired mommies.