Why? WHY? I’ll tell you WHY! Sorry, I’m a little punchy from lack of sleep. And excess crying.
Here is the perfect storm of events that led to this: he woke up slightly earlier than usual, took his morning nap much earlier than usual, and therefore woke up from his (short) nap much earlier than usual.
This resulted in a nightmare baby!
Yes, a babywho is still tired, but can’t let himself fall asleep, because it’s way too early for his afternoon nap, and OH MY GOD, the crying! The CRYING! He is not much of a screamer, normally (not since the blessed pacifier intervention), so it was super, super pleasant. Or something.
I rarely let him “cry it out” for naps (and never do at night), but the last time I did, I set the timer for six minutes (to keep myself from charging in to scoop him up). So this time, I plopped him in his crib and set the timer for seven minutes — I figure a little longer each time = a good thing.
And you know what? The weirdest thing just happened. I was sitting here, listening to him scream over the monitor, eating my lunch (raw veggies, apple slices, milk — not because I’m all healthy-ho, but because I indugled in cookie dough mid-morning). And his cries faded away EXACTLY before the microwave timer beeped.
Seriously, it was like, Wahhhh … wahhhh … sniffle … *silence* … beep! beep! beep! beep!
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)