March 29, 2011
Is it possible for a 15 month old to have colic?
Because if it is, mine has it.
Alright, so maybe it’s not colic. Maybe it’s a collection of many baby aliments. Like growing 5 teeth out of his puffy baby gums all at one time. Or maybe it’s because he says like three things and is frustrated that I don’t understand when he pulls at his clothes and points at a house plant. But suddenly I turn into Timmy, and I’m all “What is it?” Did old man Wethers fall into the well?” And he’s all “ggrtht GRRUGHT!!!” And I’m all, “An·nun·ci·ate, Hudson! Would you like more (signing the word for ‘more’) blueberries?” Then he vigorously shakes his head no while he waddles away, and then he throws his fists down and cries.
This is what I have to work with.
Last night was my tipping point.
I’ve been sick with a collection of maladies, one of which called for shoving a clove of raw garlic in my ear, which I faithfully obliged, and then afterwards, I minced it and added it to my rice, Olé!
Just kidding, that would be gross.
So needless to say I really needed my rest.
Hudson has been a stellar sleeper lately, sleeping at least 12 hours each night, but last night he decided to change things up a bit.
Of course he did–
Starting at 10:20 p.m.
My husband heard Hudson crying from his bedroom. I however couldn’t hear anything, so I popped out the cloves of garlic, and rushed to Hudson’s side. I rocked him, sang him a off-key Katy Perry song, which he adored, and laid him back down, asleep. Yay. Time for mama to sleep.
20 minutes later…
I ignored it because I was just getting into a good REM cycle, and sometimes he cries out, and then settles himself back down. I didn’t want to miss an opportunity for him to settle himself.
Although my negligence only made him more angry. He cried louder. So I threw off the covers, picked my wedgie, and walked quickly to his room.
I rocked him again, this time until his arms went limp and I knew for certain he was asleep.
Deep breathing? Yes.
Totally relaxed? Yes.
So I gingerly put him back into his crib, thanked Jesus, and went back to sleep.
As soon as I was cozy in my warm bed, I heard him again.
Not just crying, but screaming.
WHAT THE EFF?!!
This time I marched into his room, threw open the door, my guns were blazing.
What’s going on, huh, Buckeroo?
Does your mouth hurt?
Are your footed-pajamas riding up?
Can I mildly sedate you with Tylenol so that we can both get some sleep?
I’ll take that as a yes.
After the dose of pain meds, I pulled up a pillow and blanket and slept on the floor with him.
I’ve never done that before, so I was unsure what I was trying to accomplish. But he seemed to enjoy it. And the important thing was that he was quiet, and happy. He ended up laying on top of me, with his head nestled in my neck while his arms were wrapped around me.
My heart swelled.
After 45 minutes of this, I was starting to get restless, and my sciatica was flaring up.
Yes, hi, my name is Beckey, I’m 30 years old, and I have a mean case of sciatica.
So I put him back into his crib, and went to bed.
20 minutes later…
I gave him some warmed up milk and that seemed get him to finally sleep.
Did I mention it was like 2 am now?
He slept until 5 and woke up again.
I wanted to cry with him.
I felt like I had a newborn all over again.
It was a tough night, but to be honest, this morning, I’m totally awake, still slightly sick, but really glad I had the chance to cuddle with my baby boy all night.
He clearly just wanted his mommy, what mommy can reisit that?
I just hope he got it all out of his system. Mama likes to cuddle and all, but two nights in a row?
Oh, and then this morning, he’s all, “What Mom, Why are you giving me the stink eye? I’m all good. Everything is fantastic.”