Nights with baby monitor seem to equal less sleep

Maggie doing the Electric Slide
Maggie doing the Electric Slide

It’s 1:18am, Maggie’s in her room and I’ve gone down there five times already tonight. Pacifier malfunction x2, feeding x2, diaper change. She’s now singing the songs of her people but not really crying, just talking… loudly.

I’m sitting here watching her do the baby version of the YMCA, kicking, talking to the air, occasionally looking directly into the night vision camera. There seems to be no differentiation between cries of anguish and talking to the air, just loud non-stop cries, barks, and demands for attention.

I disconnected the webcam at one point because Maggie’s talking was so loud that even on volume of 1 the noise filled the upstairs.

Last night I was up until 3am with her, then couldn’t sleep, she finally was brought upstairs sometime around four or five am. I figure I got about an hour of sleep yesterday as by six she had made the room smelly enough it was time to get up and do a diaper check.

It’s 2:26am, after being held and allowed to fall asleep upstairs, where she kept hitting herself in the eyes while she was asleep, I transferred her back down to the crib. I know this isn’t how you’re supposed to crib train a baby, but man at one point a little bit ago she was shrieking and there was no calming her.

She’s passed out now, and once again I attempt my two-hour or so ritual to get to sleep. If I’m lucky I might get three hours or so tonight, but considering she’s started doing the Macarena in her sleep again, I sort of doubt that it will be long until full fledged sing along baby dance party starts and I am once again woken, and spend the next two hours attempting to get back to sleep.

Freaking sleep disorder…

It’s 2:37am, I just watched my baby punch herself with both arms knocking the pacifier out of her mouth.