Sleep Roulette

Sleep Roulette

Every single night we spin the wheel of sleep roulette. How long will they go? Nobody knows.

A few weeks ago, lady luck was smiling down on us, with both babies sleeping at least 5 hours after we put them down. Two nights we even had 8 hours in a row, from both of them! Another time Hatty managed 10 hours. That meant one, maximum two feeds in a night! We were feeling pretty good. We didn’t want to say it, because every time we do it bites us on the bum, but we felt like we were nailing it.

Classically since then things have not been as good, and we look back on those halcyon days with a distant fondness, that’s if we can keep our eyes open long enough to look back. You see, a mixture of snotty noses, diarrhoea and (possibly) the 4 month sleep regression / 4 month developmental leap has meant a few more night wakings.

We’ve been doing a mini bed time routine for about a month or so, putting the babies down at 7pm so we can eat dinner at the table like proper adults who do other things with their lives do, like have conversations about things other than babies and pooping. In reality, we wolf down our dinner as quickly as we can, stare at each other or our phones, eyes beginning to sting, we brush our teeth and get to bed as quickly as we can. Usually by about 8.30pm. That’s when the clock begins…

Tick… tock…tick… tock…

“Mmmmmm” (baby stirring noise). “Hmmmm” (actually quite noisy). “Arrrrr” (noisier than you think). Are they going to wake up? Should I pick them up before they actually do so I might be able to settle them without feeding? Who knows, but I’m awake now…

Tick… tock…

(Close eyes, try to get back to sleep)

Tick… tock…

Hmmmm, mmm, arrr…. Waaaaa Waaaaa!

Where did the wheel stop? “What time is it?”. It’s always quite exciting to hear the answer to that question, or rather it used to be exciting when the answer was 1am, 1.30am, 2am, even 3am. But lately the answer has been 9.30pm, 10pm, 9.45pm, 10.15pm…

Oh gosh, my eyes are starting to sting, it’s 8pm now, we’d better dash, just in case the sleep roulette wheel does not favour us tonight.

Night night.

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