I was lucky enough to experience one this morning and I don’t mind telling you it caught me a little off-guard. A sleepy stupor, fighting fatigue all the while trying to serenely rock my son back to sleep is not the scenario that immediately springs to mind when I think,
When would I most likely experience a moment of clarity?
But, hey, I’m not complaining, I’ll take them when I can get them.
We’ve been having ‘fun’ over the last couple of weeks with our beautiful baby boy who had been previously sleeping like an angel all night, suddenly waking up at 1.45am pretty much every morning. To add some extra excitement to a fairly mundane evening, the last couple of nights have been every couple of hours from midnight on. Now I know I really can’t complain that much because we’ve had an exceptionally good run when it comes to getting a decent night’s sleep. However, as my husband so aptly pointed out, once the standard has been set,
A disturbed night is a disturbed night
Anyway, as I’ve previously mentioned, I have a penchant for mulling over the unexpected changes and surprises ad nauseam and I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out why the little man is so disturbed. He survived a dinner out the other night, not stirring while we got him into the car, not stirring while we took him out of the car, not even stirring when we put him in bed, but at 1.45am sharp, the little whimpers started to resonate from the baby monitor and by about 1.47am they had escalated to a most unimpressed statement of displeasure.
Fortunately and unfortunately, the only way I’ve been able to settle him and recover whatever is left of a good night’s sleep is to bring him back to bed with me. Now I say fortunately because the cuddles are truly lovely and there’s nothing like waking up to a big, beaming smile to erase the fatigue-driven crankiness, but it’s also a tad unfortunate in the sense that a) it would be nice to be able to settle him in his own bed. He’s done it before so I know it can be done and b) for such a little person he can really take up a fair whack of a king size bed.
So, in my usual borderline-obsessive way, I’ve been wondering whether the solids we’ve been introducing are playing up with his system, or whether the new bedtime routine is somehow to blame or even whether there’s some secret sequence of events that will guarantee a good night’s sleep that I’m somehow missing. And yes, I’ve even been trolling through the online baby forums to see whether a spark of inspiration could be found.
Then it dawned on me at 2.30 this morning, while I was sitting in his room, teeth-a-chattering….hmmm….it’s pretty cold in here. I wonder what the temperature in the room is? 13 degrees (thanks to the wonders of modern technology and our digital baby monitor). Well that probably has something to do with it.
Perhaps there’s not some secret conspiracy at play to rob me of my sleep, perhaps he’s just feeling a bit cold?
It would even explain why he’s been so settled nestled in the warmth of our bed.
I tell you, it seems so obvious now, but gee that realisation felt good! An added bonus is that there’s even something I can do about that…winner!
Fingers crossed my lightbulb moment works this evening…..otherwise what currently feels like a flash of brilliance may just be the hazy delusions of a sleep-deprived Mum.
Watch this space.