Margot has been sleeping with me the longest out of all the kids. After waking up 3000 times with Quinlan, I finally realized that it was way easier for me to roll over, pop a boob in their mouth, and go back to sleep with her in the same bed.
Then around 4-5 months, my kids start sleeping worse in the bed with me, which sort of defeats the point of having them there in the first place, and I transition them into their crib.
But not little Margot. She refuses to even nap on the bed or in the crib, waking up instantly when I pull my boob out of her mouth or rest her down from my arms.
BAM! She wakes up like I just put her on a bed of nails and then acts like she's been sleeping for an hour - refreshed and rejuvenated.
But night time has gotten terribly worse, with her waking up about 15 minutes after I get up after nursing her. She totally realizes that I'm not there and then freaks the fuck out.
It's a little rough getting anything done after bedtime now, unless I can cram in writing 4000 words in 15 minute increments. I feel like I don't even get to take a complete shit anymore, let alone do anything that actually takes continuous brain power.
And lately, I've just been giving up and spending the rest of the night watching Real Housewives of the OC reruns until I fall asleep.
Needless to say, the girl is almost literally attached to me all the time, save the couple of times a day where I can get her to nap in her carseat that's swinging rapidly by the Graco Sweet Peace. But even when she's with my husband, she cranes her neck to find me - like a little vulture keeping an eye on her prey. And when I'm gone, forget it. She refuses to sleep at all.
Don't get me wrong. I love being wanted and needed. And part of me absolutely enjoys having her little legs propped up on mine every night when we're in bed together.
But damned if I need just a little bit of personal space and breathing room before I go completely and utterly insane.