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Sleeping through the night
Aug. 29th, 2006 10:23 amPeter is sleeping through the night. Ironically, this has decreased the amount of sleep I get.
See, under the old system, as soon as we finally got him nursed to sleep I would dive gratefully into the bed and turn off the light. Then in the morning, I'd go back to sleep with him for two more hours or so while Eric headed off to work.
Now, he goes to bed earlier so we have our evenings back - no diving into bed at 9; I usually miss the target bedtime of 10 by up to 1/2 an hour. Also, he is on to us and we can't nurse or rock him to sleep; we are left with putting him in the crib, where he screams for a while. So I couldn't dive into bed at 7 when he goes to bed even if I wanted to, even if we weren't sitting down to dinner then.
Also, since the sleep I do get is in decent, long stretches (if I wake up in the middle of the night it's not Peter's fault), when I'm up in the morning, I'm up. No more going back to bed.
I'm so tired.
I need a nap!
But Peter is still a bit shaky on the nap concept. Two days in a row he'll have a 4 or even 5 hour nap, then the next day he can't nap to save his life. And I've never been good at napping. There's too much to do.
In other news, after finishing Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, I noticed a book on the shelf I'd never read (I save some books for a rainy day): Vonda N. McIntyre's The Moon and the Sun. The Baroque Cycle had introduced me to the grittier points of Louis XIV's court at Versailles. Ironically, the glittering, infamously decadent court was really a way of grinding the French nobility beneath his heel, trivializing and humiliating them by making them into a species of lapdog (yappy, bitey, intensely competitive and ultimately powerless). In a further irony, this probably contributed to the fall of the French monarchy down the line...
Anyway, recollecting that The Moon and the Sun was set at Versailles as well, I picked it up. It is wonderful! At the end the author cites some of her sources, and mentions a female Baroque composer, Elisabeth-Claude Jacquet de la Guerre, whom I'd never heard of. Apparently it wasn't so much a lack of women artists back then, as a lack of interest in them which continues to this day.
I have updated the last friends-only entry with some photos of Peter.
See, under the old system, as soon as we finally got him nursed to sleep I would dive gratefully into the bed and turn off the light. Then in the morning, I'd go back to sleep with him for two more hours or so while Eric headed off to work.
Now, he goes to bed earlier so we have our evenings back - no diving into bed at 9; I usually miss the target bedtime of 10 by up to 1/2 an hour. Also, he is on to us and we can't nurse or rock him to sleep; we are left with putting him in the crib, where he screams for a while. So I couldn't dive into bed at 7 when he goes to bed even if I wanted to, even if we weren't sitting down to dinner then.
Also, since the sleep I do get is in decent, long stretches (if I wake up in the middle of the night it's not Peter's fault), when I'm up in the morning, I'm up. No more going back to bed.
I'm so tired.
I need a nap!
But Peter is still a bit shaky on the nap concept. Two days in a row he'll have a 4 or even 5 hour nap, then the next day he can't nap to save his life. And I've never been good at napping. There's too much to do.
In other news, after finishing Neal Stephenson's Baroque Cycle, I noticed a book on the shelf I'd never read (I save some books for a rainy day): Vonda N. McIntyre's The Moon and the Sun. The Baroque Cycle had introduced me to the grittier points of Louis XIV's court at Versailles. Ironically, the glittering, infamously decadent court was really a way of grinding the French nobility beneath his heel, trivializing and humiliating them by making them into a species of lapdog (yappy, bitey, intensely competitive and ultimately powerless). In a further irony, this probably contributed to the fall of the French monarchy down the line...
Anyway, recollecting that The Moon and the Sun was set at Versailles as well, I picked it up. It is wonderful! At the end the author cites some of her sources, and mentions a female Baroque composer, Elisabeth-Claude Jacquet de la Guerre, whom I'd never heard of. Apparently it wasn't so much a lack of women artists back then, as a lack of interest in them which continues to this day.
I have updated the last friends-only entry with some photos of Peter.
