The Night Owl

IMG_3432 (2)A few posts back I wrote about the winter of 2016 wreaking havoc on my family.  It’s been a rough one for the baby.  Last year he was pretty healthy, but this year he’s endured a severe diaper rash, lingering cold, a virus, and an ear infection.

A few doctor’s appointments and rounds of antibiotics later we’re all mostly recovered—mostly recovered.  One thing remains unsettled, Cristian’s sleep pattern.  Sleepless nights are something Dad Bloggers write about—along with drippy diapers and do Dads parent their children or babysit them.

I went back and checked, fifteen of my posts mentioned sleep deprivation or Cristian’s sleep patterns in one way or another—maybe I should chime in on the parenting vs babysitting debate.

Establishing a toddler’s sleep pattern isn’t an exact science, it requires lots of trial and error.  We started putting him to bed at 10 pm with a bottle and Sesame Street or Pepa Pig running on a tablet.  We were making progress until he got sick.

I miss nights like this one
I miss nights like this one

Lately he’s been knocking out between eight and nine, which sounds like a good thing—but really isn’t—it only upset the balance.  Cristian used to wake up once a night, upon receiving his bottle, he rolled over and went back to sleep—not anymore.

I’m now staggering down the hall two or three times a night, like a sleepwalker carrying a dog named Lulu (let’s see who gets that reference).  After taking the first bottle, he’s up an hour or two later.  When a second bottle or walking him around doesn’t work, it’s time for my fellow tag-team parent.

Mommy working her magic was once the gold-standard in soothing our cranky baby.   It irritated me a little, but if it got him back to sleep so be it.  Lately Mommy’s magic stopped working, so we’ve resorted to desperate measures.

For the past week we’ve tried exhausting our wired son binge-watching every baby program imaginable, with mixed results.  Some nights we only needed 45 minutes. However other nights we’ve taken turns napping while Cristian turned laps around the living room.

It’s amazing how children change things—once upon a time a sleepless night meant Esther and I went to work slightly exhausted but smiling.  Now it’s just exhausted.

 

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Sibling Rivalry

Classic ChicoBringing a newborn home can inspire jealousy in your older children.  It’s yet another adjustment for new parents, in addition to sleep deprivation, late-night feedings, and diaper changes—the things I’ve been posting about.  Our oldest isn’t a child but an eighteen-year old mixed breed dog, named Chico.

Chico’s been like our child for many years, (don’t worry we’re not like the crazy woman who lives with 30 cats).  Chico was a birthday gift to my sister-in-law Rose Marie. Taken from his mother when he was three weeks old, Esther became Chico’s mom, wrapping him in blankets when he was cold and feeding him from a bottle when he was hungry.

Chico - Christmas StockingWhen Esther and I met Chico’s approval helped seal the deal.  I liked him immediately because he didn’t think he’s a dog, he thought he was a person.  We’ve taken him to family gatherings and on vacations to Cape Cod, Maine and Florida.  I remember Esther instructing the maid in a boutique hotel in DC “scold him if he misbehaves.”

We were curious how Chico would behave when we brought Cristian home from the hospital—our friends were too.  It was the most asked question after How’s the baby, and How are you sleeping?

Ignoring the baby Chico initially was upset with me—that baby was taking time usually devoted to him.  I’d be giving the baby a bottle, and he would signal that he wanted a walk.   When we to sleep the first night, he defiantly claimed a corner of our bed.

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When friends came by to see the baby we put Cristian in front of him.  He walked by him without acknowledging him.   Poor dog, he had such a good life before we brought that baby home. FullSizeRender (34)

After a few weeks he realized he’d have to deal with it because the baby wasn’t going anywhere.  Coming inside from walks, he would run up to Cristian, playing in his swing or watching Sesame Street and wag his tail at him, before running away.

When we put comforters on the floor for Cristian to roll on, Chico came over letting the baby pet him.  He was good when the baby grabbed his chest hair or tried to squeeze one of his paws.   For now the boys seemingly reached détente, although I still keep an eye on them to make sure Chico doesn’t hurt the baby.  How will it be until we are protecting Chico from Cristian?

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