So remember that whole sleeping in her own room, yay look at how successful we were, my baby is finally sleeping thing I posted about last week?
Yeah. Spoke too soon. Eleanor did that for precisely four nights before reverting to a festival of exhausted screaming each night at bedtime. We’re back to spending from 9pm until about 1am each night trying to get her to sleep, and then getting woken up every 1-2 hours all night long. And by “we” I mean me, the one with the boobs. (Just to be clear, Zach does get woken up too, and he tries to help get her to sleep. Eleanor just demands – in the form of screaming – that I be the only one to soothe her). So she’s occasionally co-sleeping with us, taking lots of naps in the Ergo and spending good chunks of most nights in the swing again.
Why? There are several possibilities, but I’m pretty sure I know what the culprit is.
At FOUR. MONTHS. OLD.
Yup, that’s right. I can see and feel the itty bitty tiny little white bump of a corner of an incisor coming in. She’s drooling like a labrador and nomming the heck out of EVERYTHING.
On the bright side, she gummed down her first solid food the other night (a mum-mum) and loved it. So maybe she’ll put those teeth to use and gain some weight with solid foods (this just in: Eleanor’s younger cousin just had his 2 month checkup and he is the same height and a full pound heavier than Eleanor. He’s half her age! Also, Zoey was a full pound heavier at 4 months than Eleanor is, even though Eleanor started out life a half pound heftier than Zoey). I need to find a way to bottle my kids’ metabolisms and sell them on the internet. Then I could afford a vacation.
Update: of course, right after posting this (laws of blogdom) Ellie slept for 7 straight hours! Whoop whoop!