We’re having yet another sleep regression around here, and this one is worse because now that Edith is old enough to do other things than just cry when she gets up at night, she can go for longer. Whereas her awakenings used to be one-pitch angry wailing until she fell to sleep exhausted, now she goes through the full range of negotiations and eventually gives up, only to fall asleep for ten minutes and then wake up, think it must surely be time to get up now, and start all over again.
Last night at 3:30, her process was something like this:
“I’m uuuuuuuuuuuuuup, it’s MORNING!!!!!! MORNING!!!! Morning?
Oh no, it’s noooooooooot (wailing).
But I’m so bored. I’m boooooored. Hey, you! HEY! Stupid! I’m bored and want to get up now!”
(more wailing, throwing self around bodily, long sighs, coughing, huffing, ten minutes of silence)
Reasonably: “How about we get up now? I waited ages. I’m in this thing, you gotta lift me out. HEY! HEY STUPID, I AM UUUUUPPPPPP!”
Muttering to self: “Just ignores me entirely. Have been in here hours, just ignores me. I’m supposed to just sit here, what, all night? Nothing in here, either. Just these stupid things.”
(sound of pacifiers hitting the wall)
“HEY STUPID I HAVE NO PACIFIERS IN HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And this just goes on and on. It’s been every night this week at this point. I am probably getting somewhere around six hours, so technically this is much better than the newborn months, but it feels worse, because I had those months in between when we both just slept all night. I didn’t fully appreciate them at the time!
Also, it seems like she has no incentive to stop this now — she’s older and she knows full well what’s going on, and she has a lot of willpower and energy, and can simply rage against the night as much as she wants without ever passing out.
Does this mean that it’s time for her to have her own room? Like, the one at the other end of the house next to Grammy?