He told me so.
My loving husband is a man of few words. When he does say something it is usually profound and I listen.
Last night he rolled over and faced me, in bed. "This can not continue. I am done! I am moving to the guest bedroom."
Frankly, I was too tired to argue. I rolled over to my side of the bed and closed my eyes.
We woke up in the morning very groggy and upset. The kiddos jumped into bed with us and turned on the cartoons. I turned on my happy-love to see you-morning face. Mr. OHmommy silently left the bedroom to pour his coffee. I could hear him downstairs fumbling around angrily. Very rarely is this man an angry one. Typically he is kind, silent, gentle and loving.
I could hear him angrily walking up the stairs. Huffing and puffing and dramatically dragging his every step.
He entered our room, took a deep breath, and declared "We need some professional help."
Oh my gosh. He is serious. He thinks we need professional help or else he is moving downstairs to the guest room. This is serious.
"She had a runny nose. I could not let her cry all night." I try to defend myself for bringing Fifi into our bed at 2 am. Again.
"Seriously, she is over 12 months old. I can no longer function with this interrupted sleep." He defends his beliefs.
I know he is tired because I am too. I can no longer function during the day. I religiously rescue Fifi at 2am daily and bring her into our bed. It is our routine. However, the problem is that for the next five freaking terrible horrible hours she tosses, turns, thrushes, kicks, cries, screams, scratches, and does an unrealistic tango between us both. She is not human. She can not be.
"I know." I say in tears. "I know. I am so tired too."
I was tired from the lack of sleep in August of 2007. We thought we taught her to sleep shortly after. I wrote "we will NEVER AGAIN in our lives have a newborn infant, produced by us, crying all night long. Knock on wood." But I really never knocked on any wood. In September, Fifi, started sleeping with us.
I asked for help from my readers and very cleverly titled my post "My third child DOES NOT sleep. At all. I am tired." Brilliant title.
My readers responded and I thanked them. "Thank you. Yes YOU." Another brilliant title.
I followed my reader's advice and proceeded with the Dr. Ferber's method and brilliantly titled the following post "Dr. Ferber's 1st Night." That was is in November. It worked until she was hit with a cold and our routine was broken.
It is March. My third child STILL does not sleep. At all. I am tired.
Every night I pray for only two things: health and happiness. So far, God has delivered. Tonight I will begin to selfishly ask God to deliver us uninterrupted sleep. I do have HIS direct phone number. "Dear God, It's me OHmommy."
Brilliant title. I know.
I know one thing for sure. I am so tired. Fifi is finally getting the memo tonight because I have the man on my side.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
He told me so.
Posted by OHmommy at 12:19 AM