4:15 and Awake.

It is currently 4:15 in the morning. My daughter and I are sitting on the couch watching our third episode of Sesame Street on Netflix.This is me giving up. She woke up at 9 this morning, which I’ll admit is late for a kid. Considering that she didn’t fall asleep until 1:30 in the morning last night, it makes sense. My goal was to get her back on track today. No nap and run her ragged…that was the plan.

We walked around downtown, we went to the playground and I even let her run wild in the apartment more than usual. She started looking sleepy around 7, but I kept her up. I could’ve let her sleep around 8, but I’ve fallen for that before. If she sleeps at eight then it’ll be a nap and she’ll wake up around ten.

By 9:45 she basically put herself to sleep. Victory!!! and then DEFEAT. At exactly 2:11, I woke up to find her staring at me from the side of the bed. I tried everything in my power to get her back to sleep, but it was no use. After 25 minutes, I gave up. We started looking at Sesame Street…and here we are.

She’ll probably fall back to sleep around 6 or 7. Hell, she may stay up all day. I don’t know. I just keep thinking back to that night in the hospital after she was born. They offered to take her to the nursery and we said no. The lady said, “This might be the last time you get a good night’s sleep for a long time.” I wish she had been more specific and said just how long “a long time” really is.