What day is it?
I’m having a hard time keeping track these days.
I’m disappointed to say our sleep training efforts are following the same pattern as every other challenging aspect of parenthood :: it’s been a roller coaster ride of emotions. We’ve had amazing nights of sleep followed by nights of torture (as defined by hours of screaming from Mackenzie paired with intense bursts of emotion from Abigail which result in an unwanted bed buddy). We’ve had days where we’ve kept the girls on a “perfect schedule” and then right when we’re settling into bed and keeping our fingers crossed for a good night, Mackenzie wakes up screaming one minute later.
We thought the hard part of sleep training was only supposed to last a few days…it seemed that way when Mac started sleeping through the night pretty consistently with only a few peeps in the middle of the night. Then I had to go and jinx us by posting the following statement on Facebook, “Sleep is a beautiful thing.”
Way to go, me. I should have kept my mouth shut.
At this point, we feel like it’s never going to end. Not while we’re in this apartment, anyway. The girls are having screaming matches in the middle of the night since they’re sharing a room, we lay awake for hours at night worrying about the girls and the neighbors (we have neighbors above, below, and to the side of us), and we wake up feeling as if we barely slept at all.
On the bright side, our days our filled with fun activities and adventures and while we’re definitely running on fumes at this point, at least we’re able to spend our days with these little ladies.
You’d never know that we’ve been dealing with bad sleepers.
Mackenzie is the happiest baby EVER (when she’s awake) and Abby is about as entertaining as they come.
But no matter how cute and adorable and happy they are, we need more sleep. This is not sustainable. We must stick to our sleep-training guidelines and hope that things will improve.
It sure is a good thing that in a matter of months we’ll look back on this time where the sleepless nights are a blur and the good times with the girls are crystal clear memories. I look forward to that day.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!