Saturday, May 31, 2014

OWW:Day 4

I'm sitting here frantically shoving grapes (hey, better than Thin Mints, right?) in my mouth as we listen to Zoe SCREAM her little head off. It's taking everything in my power not to go scoop her up and hold her tight. I keep looking at Zach desperately and saying some variation of "do you think she's ok? she's ok, right?" every 5 minutes.

Sigh.

It's official. She will never be back on her schedule. She will never again fall asleep before midnight. We will send her to college and we still won't be sure whether we should swaddle one arm for a little longer or just let her go swaddle-less.

I am stressed. I KNOW she's ok. She's safe and she's fine. But still. Stress.

This is our last ditch effort...just letting her cry. We have tried just about everything over the past 4 nights and she has not successfully gone to bed before midnight any of those nights. Her daytime schedule is exactly the same, she's back on track in terms of naptimes and eating. All that to say is...if you have the secret, SHARE IT. Tell me what to do. I'm desperate.

We have declared that we will never again take a trip with such a big time-zone leap with a child (or children). Never again. Ever. Except, you know, when we move back to the states. There's that. But that's what grandparents are for, right? But in the meantime. Worst adjustment ever. I just need a few good nights of sleep. I'm running on a HUGE deficit at this point.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to relax the tension in your back and shoulders when your baby is screaming? Impossible.

Ok.

Anyways.

OWW: Day 3 (nope, it's Day 4. Help.)

Bedtime: welllll, we didn't get out of the ball until around 11, so I think we finally got Zoe down by 12:30am.Ish.

Zoe's night: slept great. Thank God.

Wake time: 7am. Woof. But good. This is her usual wake time.  

Chocolate croissant count: 0. Requested when Z went to the grocery store. He forgot it. It was a sad, sad moment.

Weather: sunny! Amazing. Still cool though. But that is just Germany. I miss the heat. 

Probability of leaving the house: we came home from the ball and I decided to never leave again. Just too exhausting. Plus, we have GOT to get Zoe back on a schedule and that means keeping her routine as normal as possible. I will do whatever it takes.

Status of suitcase: still 98% packed. And now my overnight bag from last night is also still packed and sitting on the floor next to my suitcase. Rats.

Naps: a few catnaps in the car. Have decided I will live the rest of my life in a state of jetlag. Will never sleep a full night, ever. It's like having a newborn all over again.

Pulled out the super secret reserve box of Thin Mints. They're chilling in the freezer as we speak. Decided not to turn to wine because may not be able to limit myself to appropriate amount. Know your limits, alright?

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