Yesterday Brooke had her 2-month checkup which included a series of immunizations. Everyone told me that Brooke would likely sleep alot after these shots, some friends said their babies slept for about 48 HOURS! I was ecstatic. As Brooke is currently on a sleep strike I thought I would get a decent nights sleep, and perhaps if she did sleep a long time it would put an end to this strike and we would be back on track.Her appointment was at 1:15 yesterday, and she did sleep alot afterwards. I woke her up once to eat and she went back to sleep, and woke her up again to eat so that I could put her (and myself) to bed around 9:30. When I was getting her ready for bed she was really awake, smiling and wiggling all over her changing table. I thought I was going to be in for some trouble. And I was right...
I got her to sleep around 10:30 (which wasnt too bad compared to our recent routine) and promptly passed out myself. I was woken up at 1:45 ... actually earlier that she has been waking me up since on this sleep strike :( I fed her and around 2:30 tried to get her to go back to sleep. SHE KICKED, WIGGLED, GRUNTED, WHINED AND FUSSED UNTIL 5AM. After 2 1/2 hours of trying to get her to sleep she finally did ... and at 5:30 AM Daddy's alarm went off and Brooke woke up crying. I fed her again, put her back in her cradle and tried to get her to go to sleep ... but she was having none of it.
We finally got up for the day at around 7 and I debated whether or not to make the trip to Starbucks (which we do daily). Its my only chance for "me time" and my most enjoyable time of the day ... but it was 18 degrees out, 14 with the windchill. Would taking her out in this weather make me a bad mother? I debated for about 2 hours and finally gave in. Mommy needed her coffee after that long night (and now going on almost 2 weeks of this) and also desired that special time I spend with my cup of coffee & a paper (while Brooke sleeps) at Starbucks. So I bundled her up and we headed out...surpisingly it wasnt too bad. She was passed out when we got to Starbucks (good sign) and I placed my order. I got my coffee and pastry and then noticed there wasnt an empty seat in the place. There goes my "me time". So we begin to head out and I notice my bag with my pastry seems bigger than usual. I look inside ... its a muffin not a scone. I wanted a scone! I look at the line and there are about 10 people in it. We gave up and went home.
Here I sit, exhausted, while Brooke happily dozes in her carseat. I finished my coffee but just couldnt satisfy myself with the muffin. I put in a load of laundry and now sit here watching her sleep. Its been a rough couple of weeks with Brookes cold and the sleep strike, but she's just a baby and I dont blame her. My biggest disappointment is that Starbucks failed me today. Its the one dependable good constant I have had in my life since Brooke came and I feel lost without it. Of course, well be back again tomorrow to give it another go. Just like when I'm upset after a rough night with Brooke she can erase the whole experience with one of her goofy smiles ... Starbucks can easily win me back with a latte, scone and nice, comfy seat by the fireplace :)
