And This Is Why I’m Coffee Dependent

Last night was pretty hellacious. I don’t know what had gotten into Aiman, maybe he was still pumped from the party we at earlier in the day, but the kid was waking up every. single. hour. all night.

We left the party and he fell asleep on the car ride home, like I hoped he would. Usually I pack his PJ’s in my diaper bag and change his diaper and into his PJ’s before we leave somewhere if it’s getting close to his bed time so that if  and when he falls asleep in the car, then I just have to put him down when we get home and all is good! You don’t understand how delighted I was about this whole plan when I first thought of it and even more so when it worked so flawlessly.

IIIII’m-a-genius.

Well last night I forgot his PJ’s but it was okay because I switched him out of his clothes when we got home but just when I thought I was in the clear to leave the room, Aiman sat straight up and laughed. Like GOTCH! I’m not sleeping!

CRAP.

So I laid down next to him and FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, he was finally asleep enough for me to tip-toe out. But goodness! FORTY-FIVE MINUTES! I don’t posses that sort of patience. Saad does. But I don’t.

Later I looked up ways to help a toddler learn how to fall asleep on his own AND to back to sleep if he wakes up because Aiman will sit up and wait for me to come in and lay down with him. Which was fine during this time I had off, but when school starts? Every minute counts and I won’t have 45 minutes to use laying down when I could use it for homework or studying.

I found that any and all methods that don’t require cry-it-out take only forever and more, but I guess it’s the trade off. I only wish I started earlier during this break instead of the few days before school starts, but better late than never. I guess.

And maybe, just maybe, this time we’ll make some progress before I give up because stamina is not one of my traits.

Anyway like I mentioned Aiman woke up every single hour last night and then was up for the day at FIVE! I went to bed late because I was talking to Saad, and just as I was about to fall asleep, Aiman was up. GAAAAH. Why!?

So for the rest of the night he either burrowed into me, digging with his feet. Think about that. He was digging into my stomach, specifically where my C-section scar is, with his feet. It was like a gut-squishing, extra painful, Indian burn X’s 2. Or if not that then he was climbing on my face (because he doesn’t climb on my chest anymore) and try to bundle up on me in my head-neck region. Basically suffocating me.

When he was finally awake for good (AT FIVE!) he started walking all over the bed. Walking. Not crawling. Walking and tripping over the sheets and comforter. So I held one of his ankles to keep him from falling off of the bed because it was the only amount of energy I had.

Aaaaaand a really big cup of coffee later, here I am.