Nighttime tales

I am sick of thinking, writing, talking, and fuming about sleep.  Are you sick of reading about it? Tough.  Guess what I'm not sick of?  DOING IT.

My girl Avery has some Issues with a capital I.  The girl is awesome at putting herself to sleep in her crib.  I put her in there along with my phone which is rocking the Lauren Daigle Pandora station and walk away.  Come back in 10 or 15 minutes to retrieve my phone and look at my darling sleeping daughter.  Ok, its not always that easy, but the fact that it often is is amazing and worth noting.

The bad news is that at nighttime, she will wake up on average, about 5 times.  If I look at the clock and its been three hours, I'm feeling good.  Waking every two hours is normal, and waking up just about every hour happens on fun nights like last night.  Giving her the pacifier sometimes works, but inevitably she is back up within the hour.  Nursing her will give me the longest stretch, so that's what I usually do to save my sanity, but now girlfriend thinks DQ is open all night.  Which apparently it is.

For you long-time blog followers out there, you may notice a trend.  I tend to breed bad baby sleepers (but delightful toddlers).  The good news is that in a few years, while I will have a vague sense that Avery was a pill in the sleep department, I will totally forget details.  I just looked back on a few blog posts from when Jackson was the same age to try to remember how he was.  With my memory refreshed, I cab see he was not good in his first year and not good in his second year.  I remember that he was a bad sleeper, but seems that he might have been worse than Avery.   Though its still early in the race.  Its probably good that the me that wrote this first post didn't realize that Jackson would not sleep through the night for another 1.5 years until he transitioned to his brother's bed at age 2.   I was really hoping Avery would be my child that would prove that some kids are born good sleepers and some are not.  Statistically, this theory is failing.  I will not be having a 4th to strengthen or weaken this theory.

What's worse than a bad baby sleeper in your house?  A bad baby sleeper in a hotel! That won't stop me, of course, from taking my three children to the ACC tournament in Washington, DC!  Life is an adventure, and we are living!!