Episode 26- the update in which there will be blood, part II
Well, I guess it had to happen
Despite crossing my fingers, knocking on wood, rubbing my lucky rabbit foot, throwing salt over my shoulder, and various other incantations, I knew that as soon as my mom left the spell would be broken and Everett would be back to his regularly scheduled poor sleeping habits.
At around 2am I heard the tell-tale rustle in the crib, at that point I thought, well, maybe he is just rolling around, its not bad yet.
A few moments later, I heard the tell-tale whine, but I thought, well, maybe he will settled himself down, its not bad yet.
A moment after that when the whine escalated to a full-throated cry, I knew the gig was up, and it was indeed bad now.
I went over to the crib, and tried just rubbing his back, hoping he would just lay down and go back to sleep. Well, Everett gave me a look that said you think I was born yesterday-youre going to have to do better than that and just kept on screaming.
Well, I had two options, let DS cry it out and incur the wrath of our Bayou neighbors, or take Everett into bed with me and give co-sleeping a shot.
Knowing Disneys attention to detail, I worried that there might be a double-barreled shotgun worked into the décor somewhere around Alligator Bayou, and I didnt want to give any irate vacationers from the rooms next door any reason to go seek it out, so co-sleeping it was.
I have never been one for co-sleeping. I was sufficiently scared straight during the baby care class I had to take at the hospital, and I never once tried it. I knew with my rational mind that Everett wasnt a newborn, and I have ample proof that he can wiggle out from under any blanket or pillow that may try to obstruct his airway, but I am nervous just the same.
I got DS into bed with me, and pushed the covers all the way to the bottom of the bed, and then moved all the pillows to the side of the bed, in an attempt to build an impenetrable wall on his side. I figured it was the best I could do and I got into bed with DS. He seemed very pleased with the arrangement, and drifted off to sleep quickly, and despite my worries, I drifted off myself.
Everything was going swimmingly until I was awoken by a high pitched wail. For a moment I was completely disoriented, where was I, where was DH, why was Everett screaming bloody murder?

and then it all came back to me in a rush, and I looked over the edge of the bed to see my poor baby laying there on the floor bleeding and crying. The first thing that flashed into my mind was You know, this is why I never co-sleep.
I jumped out of the bed, and picked up my poor baby. By this time the commotion had also awoken DH, who turned on the light. DS calmed down almost immediately, so I knew he wasnt really hurt, just scared, I guess the impenetrable wall of pillows did not live up to its name.
DS had a small cut on his lip, but it was quickly cleaned up, and he was as good as new in no time. At this point I handed Everett to DH and told him that it was his turn. We turned on the TV, put DS back into the crib, and he eventually laid down and went back to sleep, which meant a few more precious hours of sleep for all of us. DS got up again around 8:30, which was technically sleeping in, but I really could have done without all the drama and would have happily just taken the sleeping in part!
Next up, more poop drama!