Single Dad – Day 3

Posted October 21st, 2010 by Administrator

And so continues my “Single Dad” posts…

Last night was much less boring than the previous nights.  While I was making dinner, Luke was getting into absolutely everything!  He just seemed to have a lot of energy.

After a brief dinner, probably caused by his grandmother feeding him dinner also (which pisses me off incredibly), he messed his pants (horribly!), and then we had a little rough-housing session to help burn off some of that extra energy.

He had a bottle and again went to bed at 8:00.  He cried briefly, but it wasn’t a worrisome, “I hate you, get me out of here” crying.

I proceeded to do some work and fold up my laundry.  Around 11:30, he started crying.  This was the “I’m awake, and I want out of here” cry.  I let him cry for about 20 minutes hoping that it would stop.  It didn’t.

I went and got him out of his crib and gave him a small bottle.  After he finished the bottle, he seemed to be resting peacefully beside me.  I figured he was going to sleep, so I shut my light off and snuggled up with him.  That’s when the fidgeting began.

I fidgeted around.  He tossed and turned.  It was a little annoying, so I decided it was time to go back to his crib.  When I walked into his room, it was as if somebody poked him with a stick.  I felt him get suddenly tense, and he wrapped his pudgy, little legs around my waist.  I tried to put him in his crib, but he started crying and held onto me with bodybuilder strength!  I caved and took him back to bed with me thinking maybe he’ll be okay.

I was wrong.  Same thing.  Fidgeting, tossing, turning…  He was even doing this thing where he kept scooting closer to the edge of the bed away from me.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  It was almost 1:00 in the morning, and I needed sleep.  I took him back to his room where he had essentially the same reaction as the previous attempt.  This time I was NOT sympathetic, and left him in his crib to cry and scream  It lasted for about 20 minutes, then he went to sleep, as did I.

I haven’t set my alarm clock all week.  I’ve been living off of baby/toddler time.  This morning though, I woke up at 7:00 all by myself.  I heard Luke cough, so I knew he was fine, just sleeping late and maybe has a little cold.  I showered, got my stuff together, fed the cats, loaded the car, talked to Sarah, and he still hadn’t woken up.  I had to get him out of bed at almost 8:00 to put his sweatshirt and slippers on to drop him off at his grandparents’ house.

Tonight, Sarah comes home.  I’m looking forward to a little break, and a little adult conversation.  Ducka ducka and dooga followed by ear-piercing screams are great baby/toddler conversations, but I’d like to be able to have some adault conversation now.

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