Note: if I posted things when I wrote them, this would have appeared over a year ago. Enjoy this super old and completely obsolete post.
My child is an excellent sleeper. She has slept 7 hours or more through the night since before she was 4 weeks old. She’s a light sleeper, though, and naptimes have always been tricky, what with all the daylight and 4-wheeling neighbors and midweek midday weedwackers. Rainy days are good nap days.
But while we’ve always struggled with naps, it’s something I’ve come to accept. And until I am willing to shell out the cash for a white noise machine (and believe me, it is imminent), this is just life for us.
The real conundrum is the morning. Obviously, as she grows and her needs change, she has added more and more hours to her nighttime sleep, capping out at 12. But at some point I decided to shift her waketime to 8:00 instead of 7:30 for two reasons: 1) to get more done in the morning before she wakes without having to see the 5:00 hour. Because seriously. And 2) to give her a more reasonable bedtime of 8:00 due to our riveting social life.
And sleeping beauty is all about the later bedtime (cutting plastic vegetables suddenly becomes very important between her last feeding and bedtime), but she will NOT accept the later waketime. She not only refuses to wait until 8:00 to wake up, she started waking even 30 minutes earlier than her old waketime of 7:30.
So 7:00 like clockwork every morning, she lays in her crib kicking her wall through the slats uttering a soft “duh duh duh” to her hippo. If I put her down later at night, up at 7:00. If I put her down earlier, up at 7:00. The few times she has slept past 7:00 have been teething days and sick days.
So I guess I’m just supposed to accept it? I can’t! I mean, she can play in there for 45 minutes to an hour. And she does. She’s a very cheerful riser. But I can’t resist going in to get her! I want to be part of the Evelyn-hippo crib party. How is one expected to sit on the couch drinking coffee and meal-planning with so much CUTE happening in the other room?! That’s madness.