Sleepwalking.

(As a follow up to yesterday’s post, Puck seems to be fine. And other than yesterday’s puddle, I haven’t found any more yet.

I’ve got my fingers crossed though.)

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So Baby O’s sleep habits have changed over the past month or so. Whereas for a few glorious weeks he’d sleep through from 8 until 7 or 8 the next morning…

… not so much now.

I think last week’s nursing strike killed his sleep because he was waking up hungry.

And this week? He’s been recovering from our trip to Cape last weekend to meet my cousin, my cousin’s kids, and my aunt and uncle. My cousin’s kids – 6 and almost 2 – well, they were kids. And they were loud enough to wake Baby O from his naps. And the 2 year old apparently screams in her sleep many nights. So we didn’t sleep well on Sunday night, either. So by Monday night Baby O was VERY short on sleep. And after a day at the beach (his first beach trip!), I thought the poor kid was going to keel over from the tired.

I was SO.WRONG. Where I thought he would sleep the instant we put him in the car… In fact, he was overtired enough we spent the most stressful half hour of our lives driving home, listening to Baby O scream in the backseat.

“Any moment now he’s going to fall asleep,” I told J.

And he did.

(Of course, it was AFTER we actually stopped driving so that I could take him out of his carseat and calm him down. Poor kid was covered in sweat, snot, and tears.)

Anyway. This week has been tough for night sleeping as Baby O recovers and gets back into his routine.

And I’ve not been sleeping very long in the mornings, either, since I’m trying to get myself ready for going back to work. (And also, in the mornings when Baby O’s asleep, it’s really the only time I have for myself.) Combined with going to bed later than usual, since we’re cramming house chores into the evenings afer Baby O goes to bed… well, I’ve been just as tired as my baby. Really.

But.

Two nights ago, Baby O didn’t wake me up until 5am to be fed. I was almost giddy with excitement. I told the people who were aware of his sleep issues – “He slept through almost the whole night!” I woke up feeling somewhat refreshed.

Then. Last night over ice cream, J said to me: “You were MEAN to me last night. The only reason I didn’t get up when the baby cried was because you told me that you would take care of it.”

“What are you TALKING about?”

“Last night. You know, when you got up to give Baby O his pacifier… and you made it clear to me that I should have been the one to take care of it?”

“What? Baby O wasn’t EVEN UP last night!”

“Um. Serenity. Yes he was. I spent a half hour at 2:30, rocking him to sleep. Because you made it clear to me that I needed to do something to get him back to sleep.”

“Are you sure you’re not thinking about the OTHER night? He slept through last night until 5. I was really happy about it when I woke up to feed him.”

“I’m positive. Last night, at 2:30, I was rocking him to sleep.”

I have no memory of that at all. Not getting up to give him his pacifier. Not grousing at J that HE needed to take the next time. I didn’t hear J get out of bed, nor did I hear J come back in after rocking Baby O to sleep.

Nothing.

I sleptwalked through it all.

And apparently I’m a MEAN sleepwalker, according to J. Grumpy and tired and angry.

So.

This morning, when I came back to bed after feeding Baby O at 5, I casually asked J: “This is the first time he’s been up, right?”

When he answered, “Yes,” his voice thick with sleep…

… I relaxed.

Just a little.