Emotional Residual.

by statia on September 25, 2008

Usually when the Meester has to actually go offsite to a business meeting or go on a business trip, I get screwed six ways from Sunday in regards to the Mini’s sleeping abilities.   Usually he’ll wake up super early every morning, wake up sometime in the middle of the night, and take short cat naps during the day.  I suspect it’s because he realizes that his daily routine is different.  I’m not sure he’s quite mature enough to ask “where’s dada?”

Mini has been on a shifted sleep pattern for the last few weeks.  After settling in for a nice long period of fantastic napping during the day, waking up late, and barely making it to 8pm, he suddenly decided to start waking up at the crack of dawn and went back to his crappy napping status.  I know this common.  Kids like to keep parents on their toes and switch things up.   But it was killing us.

I do have a point here.

Now and then, the Mini will sleep late one morning, without even stirring.  And I’m taken back into the days of infancy when you get that first blissfull long stretch of sleep.  The one where you’re overjoyed and yet worried “are they still breathing?”    Today is one of those mornings.   Someone is catching up on his sleep, and even now, at a year and a half,  I’m still freaked out and it takes me back even further still to those early days of pregnancy (and in my case, late pregnancy too)  where I walked around holding my breath wondering when the other shoe was going to drop.

And I realize that the pain of infertility never really goes away, it just masks itself as something else.

{ 3 comments }

jesser September 25, 2008 at 1:00 pm

I know it isn’t the same, but since I had a miscarriage before my pregnacy with Tabby, I think I understand SOME of those feelings. I spent the whole pregnancy holding my breath and freaking out about every little thing. It sucks that one can’t always just enjoy the good and forget about the bad.

When my husband goes away Tabby is always OK, just asks for Dada, etc. but everything ELSE goes wrong. The dog suddenly decides to have diherrea all over the carpet or the furnace goes out.

Jenn September 25, 2008 at 5:59 pm

Mine are two and I still check to see if they are breathing every night before I go to sleep.

Margi September 28, 2008 at 11:00 pm

I still obsess over every morsel this boy puts in his mouth. Will I ever stop worrying about how much (or how little) he eats?

As I said to my husband, “Don’t hold your breath.”

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