Changes

I hate change. Not the coins but the action. After the poop episode I experienced the other day I decided I was crazy enough to try to get the babies to sleep without being swaddled. Some might think this is not a big deal but I will probably then assume you don't have a baby or have never had a baby who liked to be swaddled. Many would think this was simply not a good time to try to do something so outlandish as to attempt this fate after a day I had...and I would agree.

Now, let me say that we have tried this before yesterday. Nap time was a good time to experiment usually because it is a small amount of time and it doesn't interrupt your sleep at night. The babies did terrible at it. They hated to have their arms exposed...they liked to wave them around in the air and kick their legs up. It didn't work well. For weeks we had to swaddle the babies and put them on a positional wedge and wrap them in that tight as well. They were pampered.

The other night, in my obvious insane sense of victory over the day, I tempted fate. I fed the babies and put them in sleep sacks. I closed the door and smiled smugly at how I am going to break them of their habit today after the day I had. I put Gavin to bed and I went to my room to watch some of my episodes of Long Island Medium I had on DVR. It was 8:00pm.

Around 9:30pm I decided it was best to go to sleep since the babies get up at 3am. I turned the tv off, stopped looking at Facebook and closed my eyes.
 WAHHHHHHHHHH.

9:36pm William started crying. I went in the bedroom and gave him back his pacifier and he went right to sleep. Small victory dance here.

10:00pm: Nathan is up and crying now, throwing his legs in the air and slamming them down. I plug a pacifier in his mouth and he is asleep. I crawl back in bed.

11:30pm: William has thrown is pacifier out of the crib and over by the door. I rescue the pacifier and place it back in bed with him and he seems happy with that. He didn't even want it.

12:15am: Nathan is awake and crying. I plug the pacifier in, and sleep comes. I am tired.

1:45am: Nathan is crying. Pacifier. Suck, Suck, Suck...

1:59am: Nathan is... ENOUGH! YOU ARE GOING IN THE SWADDLE SACK! I am now a CRAZY person! I get in bed and am asleep before he even stops wiggling around in the sack.

3:00am: I hear lots of noises coming from the monitor which leads me to believe it is time for them to bed fed. Perfect. I have gotten like no sleep..why not get up now and hang out for an hour? I feed the babies and decide that I am just that crazy to try the sleep sack again for BOTH babies and so... into the sack for each baby.

4:02am: I am now back in bed, eyes burning.

5:22am: "Mom" says Gavin and climbs in bed. He proceeds to pull my hair out of my pony tail, breathe disgusting morning breath in my face, flop around, kick me, poke me in the eye. I am slightly unable to control myself at this point. I basically told him anything he wanted to do for the day, he was not going to do.

Chocolate Milk you say? I don't think so. Water. You can have water.
 Use mom's computer? Um, that is a big no. Sorry. No, I am not sorry.
Play with trucks? Actually... I am not sure about that either. I am seriously unhappy that you are in my bed and awake right now.

6:00am: I get out of bed. Gavin is crying  because he wanted daddy to bring home donuts and I said no we are not having donuts and he cried. He didn't cry when I said all the above wasn't going to  happen for the day but he cried about donuts. We don't even have donuts that often, maybe twice a month. Maybe. And, he never even eats an entire donut.

7:00am: I am up and functioning...well, I have been since yesterday I think, right? I make a pot of coffee...the babies start fussing..but I am waiting for Brandon to get home to feed them because frankly, I am a zombie. Not one of those slow moving zombies on The Walking Dead but a scary fast one...one that you don't expect, like on Dawn of the Dead. I don't know why but when I am tired and angry, I am quick.

I explained my night to Brandon and he didn't seem to be that sorry for me. I guess it was my fault for being that crazy after my crazy day.

But, it was not a failure. My craziness was not so crazy after a night we had last night. We tried the sleep sacks again and guess what..the babies slept LIKE BABIES! Quiet. They only woke up at 3am and back to bed after being fed until 7am. Yup. Being crazy pays off sometimes. I still don't like change but after it is over...I really do.