So, it's officially 1:09 AM as I sit in Landon's room. He's wide awake. I'm surprisingly not as exhausted now as I was two and a half hours ago when this whole fiasco started. We have made the decision not to swaddle Landon any longer. It seems as though it's getting a little "dangerous" because he squirms and tosses so much that we are honestly worried that he is going to hurt himself. He has been using his neck to turn over due to his arms being in the straight-jacket. It just really seems that he's going to strain his neck or hurt his shoulders. Alas, we haven't had much sleep in the last few nights. It's been rough. I don't know why he's having such a difficult time adjusting (aside from the fact that swaddling is "normal" to him). He falls asleep in his car seat (sometimes) and his legs and arms are "free" there. He will fall alseep in our arms with his arms and legs just dangling. We've tried every position for sleep, too. If he's on his back, he kicks his legs and moves all over the place...usually getting himself trapped in the corner and very unhappy. He isn't happy in the sleep positioner on his side now that he's not swaddled. And, oh, he does not like being on his tummy. That's the position we tried for hours tonight. We patted his back, "shhhh-ed" him, let him cry...we've done all of this for over two hours. Ugh. We are tired. We are ill. Any suggestions?
The worst thing about all of this is just how it makes us feel during the day and night. Sleep deprevation is very hard, and it is taking its toll on relationships around here. Scott and I have been short with each other; we have limited amounts of patience, and when that gets used up...watch out. I hate that exhaustion wears on us so much, but this really is a form of torture. We leave for my mom's house tomorrow after church, and that just spells more exhaustion because Ella Beth doesn't sleep well there either. Two babies up for hours with zombies for parents = great need for prayer.
Is there an infant dosage for Tylenol PM??????????
Yawn.