I am a night owl. I generally go to bed around or after midnight. It is rare that I go to bed earlier than that and actually sleep. It happened more often when I was newly pregnant – but by second trimester I was back to old habits …
Last night I was tired. About 11:00 p.m., I decided to go to bed. My eye lids were heavy. I was ready to SLEEP. I brushed my teeth, removed my make-up, turned on the baby monitor, crawled into my soft bed, and snuggled down. I peeked at the clock; it was 11:30 p.m. I had a nice, long night of SLEEP ahead of me … so I thought.
About 11:45 p.m., I heard a funny noise. It wasn’t coming from the baby monitor. It was coming from my living room. I focused in – I knew that noise! It was my cat working on hacking up a hairball. Lovely. I waited until she – um – worked things out and then went to check the damage (which thankfully wasn’t too gross this time!).
Snuggled back into my still-warm spot in bed … Dan had not moved – not much phases him when he’s in R.E.M. Lucky guy. Anyway … time to sleep. The clock said midnight. I was back to my normal sleeping time. No big deal.
12:15 … in a foggy almost-asleep phase, I heard the distress call through the baby monitor. Recently Miriam has occasionally been sleeping through the night – but most of the time, she wakes up for about 10 or 15 minutes somewhere between midnight and 3 a.m. She fusses herself back to sleep, but I usually go check on her anyway. This cry sounded a little more desperate. And sure enough, when I got upstairs, both of her legs were hanging out, stuck between the slats of her crib!! Occasionally she does that – I really should have invested in a crib bumper but didn’t want to spend the money on a cute one and couldn’t find a second hand one I liked. (TO-DO ITEM TODAY: find crib bumper – no matter what color – at Goodwill).
Readjusted the baby … turned on the lullaby CD … talked to Anna, who has to share the room with this baby … turned off the nightstand light in Andrew’s room. Checked on the cat. Back to bed: 12:35. I wasn’t tired. Read my novel until 1:15 a.m. when I was finally ready to fall asleep.
So much for going to bed EARLY. This is why I usually don’t bother – and even if the stars and planets align and NO ONE cries out or hacks up a hairball, those late night hours are blissful. I’d hate to miss them!