I’ve come to realize that there is no auto-pilot in mothering. Sure some things become routine but there is ALWAYS a catch. Babies change constantly (big surprise there) and it’s hard to keep up. This week, Oscar and I took our first overnight trip together. Jerry had to stay back and work so I knew this would be an exercise in patience for me because there were a myriad of things that could have gone wrong. Thankfully, Oscar makes for an awesome traveling buddy! Well, mostly 😉
On Sunday, we decided on the fly to play in the Vintage21 Durham service worship band. They were short on musicians and I have been wanting to sing again for a while now. I knew Durham would be my only shot as they have just one service, as opposed to Raleigh’s four. So, we were all packed and ready to go by 8:30am on Sunday. Oscar slept for a bit on the way to Durham and did AMAZING during practice and church. I wore him in the Beco before it started and then he played in the nursery during the meeting. It was a really good stretch for me to sing again. I know I was rusty, but the intimate setting and close friends made up for any nervousness I felt. And of course, worship is such a wonderful thing. Once I start singing all those worries seem to melt away. After church was over, we hopped in the car for the final 2.5 hours of our trip.
I was hopeful that Oscar would sleep the whole way there since he didn’t really have a morning nap, but unsure of how he would handle being in the car for that long. Again, all my worries were for naught! He slept all but the last 20 minutes of the trip, during which he blew bubbles and made some pretty hilarious throat noises. At that point, it was hard to make myself concentrate on driving and not just watch him in the mirror! We got to Amy’s and he settled right into his normal routine, plus a few thousand more hugs, kisses and giggles from his aunt and cousins.
Both DAYS we were there, everything couldn’t have been more perfect. However, the nights were hard. REALLY. HARD. My patience was definitely tested and I know Oscar wasn’t doing much better. He isn’t a huge fan of the pack’n’play but has always napped fine in it. But I think that sleeping all night was just too much. I mean really, could they make those things any more uncomfortable? The problem was, he would go to sleep fine, but then wake up after just 2 or 3 hours of sleep. At which point it was late and Amy’s kids had gone to bed. SO, my job was to try and get Oscar back to sleep as quietly as possible. However, he was WIDE awake and ready to play and there was NOTHING I could do to get him sleepy. The second night was especially hard. He went to bed at 7pm and woke at 9pm and wouldn’t go back to sleep until after midnight. I tried everything, fed him, checked his diaper, changed into cooler pajamas. I finally gave up and brought him out to the living room. I made my sister promise not to smile at him. No rewards! This is not party time. And then he peed on me.
HE PEED ON ME!
Apparantly, when I checked his diaper I put it back on wrong so there was a breech. I was soaked, he was soaked and we were back in the room to put his 3rd set of pjs on. I think I fed him again and he FINALLY went to sleep. I wasn’t far behind at that point. THEN he woke up at 4am and didn’t go back to sleep. period. I tried EVERYTHING. He nursed, we rocked, I layed him next to me, we walked around, I put him in the pack’n’play and layed next to it, I sang, I shushed. NOTHING. He was awake! This kind of thing is SO frustrating for me. I was so angry. I had NOTHING.
At home I can usually just pick him up for a couple minutes with his blanket and he will just snuggle in for a hug or 5 and then go back to sleep. This time, when I picked him up he would squirm and arch his back and stretch and then start playing with my necklace. Cute at 4pm. INFURIATING at 4am. Finally at 6:30am, I turned on the light and put him in the pack’n’play with some toys so I could at least lay on the bed and sleep without fear of him rolling off. He was just as happy as could be and I think I got about 30 minutes which surprisingly helped a lot. It took me a while after we got up to forgive him for so ruthlessly and adorably robbing us both of our sleep, and I considered leaving him right there in Charlotte with Amy ;-). But I knew Jerry missed him so I sucked it up. The happy ending here was that he was so exhausted by the time we left that he slept the whole way home! All’s well that ends well I suppose!
I am glad we took the trip though because with the Holidays coming up, we will have many nights away from home and it was good practice for both of us. I need to find a way to make that travel crib more comfortable though or we are in for a world of hurt. I’d be fine with co-sleeping if that worked, but it never has and I don’t see that changing so it’s time to get creative. I have until Thanksgiving to figure it out. Any suggestions?