Suicide Mission

Dearest Son,

You, My Love, have had quite the last few days.  

Sleep has never really been your thing.  Ever.   Even when you were itty-bitty (oh, how I miss that itty-bitty snugbug!) and people suggested that newborns sleep ANYWHERE...at anytime...you didn't.  You didn't sleep in restuarants, the car, other people's homes...sheesh...you rarely slept at home...in your bassinet....with white noise....and swaddled....and rocked.  You only slept ON Mommy.   But, as you've grown, you come to accept that sleep is a part of life and some days you even welcome it.   Often, however, you decide that you aren't really feeling it.  And, when you don't sleep....neither does Mommy....or Daddy (that's not really true...Daddy sleeps....I just put that in so when he reads it he won't get upset ;-) .  

Because you have these AWFUL molars coming in, you are teething horribly and are quite miserable.  I feel so badly for you.  Teething has disrupted your sleep for the last several nights.  You wake up in the middle of the night and you wake up VERY EARLY in the morning (4:22am, 5am, etc) and refuse to go back to sleep.  Yawn.

On Saturday morning, you woke up at 5 am.  Daddy was up getting ready to leave for a work trip for 5 days, so he was happy you were up so he could play with you before he left.   You are all over the place...crawling, cruising (walking, holding onto furniture) and climbing like a billy goat...stairs, furniture, people, wherever you can gain traction, you climb.   You were crawling on the floor in my bathroom and fell on your cheek on the tile floor...POOR BABY.  You cried so hard.  And you have your first "shiner".  Your little cheek has a bruise.  :-(

Later Saturday, you and I went to Ann's house.  Mommy & Ann were catching up while you played with Addie and Ryan.   Ann happened to set down her (stemless) glass of white wine on the floor next to her and you managed to crawl over, grab it with 2 hands and take a swig!   I FREAKED OUT.  I don't think you actually swallowed it...but it definitely touched your lips.  You licked your lips and smacked them and smiled.   You are your father's son.  (hehe)

Today, however, was the icing on the cake.  Remember your hatred for sleep I mentioned...yeah well, you are insanely overtired because you haven't been napping well or sleeping  well at night.  You were up at 5 am today and throwing fits by 7.   Mommy was determined to get you to nap.   We went through our sleeptime routine...and I put you in your crib.  Where you talked to your blankie and your toys on the floor for an hour.  It clearly wasn't working so I got you up for 20 minutes.  We played and read.  And then I put you back in your crib, and told you it was time to go to sleep.   You were mad.   You cried for a bit, but then you calmed down and were quietly playing.  Many times, you just play/talk yourself to sleep..so this is normal.  Then you got mad again and were fussing.  All the sudden, I was downstairs and heard a *thud* and you SCREAMING.  I race upstairs and into your room.  You are sitting IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR BEDROOM...on the floor, crying.  You climbed/flipped/jumped (I really don't know) out of your crib!!!!!   You terrified me.  My heart was beating a million miles a minute.  I was bawling..you were bawling.  Luckily, your guardian angel (who has already earned her keep in your 12 short months on this earth) protected you and you were fine.  You scared yourself, which is hopefully a good thing.   Mommy lowered your crib ALL the way down, and you finally took a nap. 

No dull moments with you around, Hudson Kane.  I love you to pieces but would prefer that you stay in ONE piece. 

Love,

Mommy