Well, we had two adventures here this week. Adventure #1 took place last Sunday after church - I just forgot to mention it with all the sleep issues on my mind :) We were heading back to our car and chatting with some friends when Micah took off running between the parked cars towards a busy road. Erik was holding Keziah in her car seat and was too far away to go after him. I was closer, but because of the silly high heels I was wearing I couldn't run after him either so I just started yelling his name. Thankfully my friend was closer (and not wearing high heels) and was able to grab him before he ran onto the road. But, what a scary moment! Our hearts were pounding afterwards. When I think back it seems like I must've just stood there with my feet stuck to the ground. I don't know why I didn't think to just kick off my heels and run after him!
Then on Wednesday night we had adventure #2. Keziah woke up at around midnight - a fairly normal time for her to wake up. I was exhausted but decided to try to get her back to sleep without feeding her. After an hour of her crying I broke down and tried to nurse her. But she wasn't interested at all and just kept crying. At this point I solicited Erik's help because I was starting to feel overwhelmed. Erik walked with her until she fell asleep and thought she was out for the night. She woke up again 20 minutes later. I tried to feed her again and she just wasn't going for it. She just didn't seem tired at all. She'd fall asleep momentarily and then as soon as I'd lay her down her eyes would pop open.
The three-hour mark came and went and by this time I was SUPER frustrated - this just wasn't like her at all. I had given her some tylenol cold before bed because she seemed sick and stuffy and I remembered reading on the bottle that you should contact your doctor if your baby is unable to sleep. Keziah wasn't crying out of control and didn't seem like she was in pain - she just wouldn't sleep. I wondered if the tylenol was having a reverse effect and acting as a stimulant. Erik agreed that it seemed to make sense so we called the 24-hour nurse line. The man we talked to asked a series of questions and one of them was whether she'd had a known head injury. Um... yeah, she fell off the couch two weeks ago! Now I'm thinking I'd either over-dosed my child or ignored a head injury for two weeks... He thought it would be wise for us to go into emerg to get it checked out. At this point Keziah is not really crying. She's her happy normal self - just WIDE awake at 4 am. Now, I generally err on the side of optimism - Ahh, she'll be fine! But, I would hate to stay home and then discover too late that there actually was a problem and I had ignored it. So, we debated back and forth and finally took her in (leaving Micah with Erik's parents). Keziah fell asleep on the car ride (of course!) and we sat in the parking lot for a few minutes wondering if it was worth it to go in. But we figured if we were there, we might as well. Thankfully there was not a single person in line - for the first time ever! We were seen quite quickly and, as I suspected, she checked out fine. The tylenol thing didn't appear to be an issue at all and the doctor said that head injuries in babies would show symptoms within the first 12 hours. He thought it might just be her cold keeping her up. So, we felt a little dumb that we went all the way to the hospital for a head cold but at least we had peace of mind. We got home as the sun was starting to rise and we were utterly exhausted. Just as we were drifting off to sleep in our bed Micah decided it was time to wake up. Oh, the joys of parenthood.
Yesterday Keziah was a little out of sorts - probably just exhausted like I was. But I tried to keep her on a routine as much as possible and get her to bed last night at a normal time. She actually had a really great night - woke up once to eat and another time just for her soother.
Micah has also been sleeping SO wonderfully since that one bad night at the beginning of the week. I've gleaned a few good ideas from some of the books I've been reading. It's working well to read him one story and sing him one song and then say good-night with the promise that I'll come back to check on him in a few minutes. More often than not he's asleep before I get back. So, that's wonderful. And the fact that he slept through Keziah's 4-hour marathon the other night is also amazing. Hmm, is it safe to say my 2-year-old is finally sleeping through the night?