It is an exquisite form of torture, sharing a room with a teething baby. There is something almost to be admired in the proficiency in timing one’s waking to maximise the disruption to his the sleep of both parents.
Seriously, wait for them to get in bed, maybe let them browse the Internet a little on matching laptops, let them just nestle into sleep then WHAM!! ”WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
See for me, an intense wail ensures that I won’t back to sleep for a minimum of 45 minutes, but more usually between 45 minutes and 90 minutes.
Ez has been waking every two hours.
You might be able to see the frustration here. Thus, for every two hour cycle of baby sleep, I generally get somewhere between half hour to an hour.
And he doesn’t really go back to sleep after 5 am.
And Henry wakes between 6 and 6:30.
And I leave for work at 7:20.
It is a good thing that he has a nice smile.
Oh, the above photo was taken yesterday morning just off Sullivan's Cove. For some reason, a lot of people race yachts to Hobart around this time of year. I'm not sure why, but it might have something to do with sharks.
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Uncertainhorizon, jeez, it's bad enough when it is your own baby annoying you, I'd hate to think of how I'd feel if it was someone else!