It's been a crazy couple of weeks, but we're finally moved in. We actually moved over a week ago, but things are just now starting to slow down a little. We're so glad to be in our new house. We love being in the semi-country, yet close to town. We love not having neighbors beside us, in front of us, and behind us. We love the lightning bug show we see each night here on Crow Mountain. It's the craziest thing. There are more lightning bugs here than we've ever seen before (and we both grew up in the country). Cale will go crazy when he gets a little bigger.
We were a little nervous about Cale's reaction to the new house. Being the little explorer that he is, we knew he would love checking everything out. But, we weren't sure how the "sleeping" situation would go in his new room. The first few nights went surprisingly well. He actually asked to go "night-night" while pointing to the crib and went to sleep without a peep. He was so glad to see his old crib again, believe it or not. But, all good things must come to an end. On about the fourth night, "Dalebert" made his first appearance. Guess it just took him awhile to find the new address! Cale woke up crying, well...screaming actually. Very loudly. Like, baby monitor off-bedroom doors shut-all-the-way-across-the-house-but-still-audible loud. So, I dragged myself out of bed, armed with the only ammunition that ever seems to be effective with Cale (milk) and I headed into the baby warzone. But to my surprise (horror, actually) this time milk didn't work. Rocking him didn't work. Nothing worked. He didn't want me to touch him, but didn't want me to put him down. Finally after 20 mintues of trying I did what I think is one of the hardest things a mother as to do. I put Cale back in his crib, screaming, and headed back to bed. After about twenty more minutes of crying he finally stopped. And I finally got some rest. This same scenario repeated the next night, except that after I went back to bed...Cale never fell back to sleep. That was the night Carl and I were awoken by something hitting against our door and the sound of baby babble. We couldn't believe he actually did it. We had dreaded this day for quite some time. He successfully managed to climb out of his crib (without injuring himself at least). This was at about 2:30 in the morning. We finally got him to fall asleep again, after an hour of screaming, cartoon watching, and Tylenol.
Thankfully Cale hasn't climbed out of his crib again but he has continued to scream unconsolably in the middle of the night. I've been starting to dread each night. Carl was able to get some free medical advice from Cale's pediatrician on Friday. When Carl described Cale's behavior, the doctor immediately said Cale is having night terrors. Who knew kids this little could have night terrors? We only thought he was easily adjusting to the new house! The past 2 nights we've been trying the advice of Cale's doctor. About 2-3 hours after putting Cale to bed, we go in and wake him up a little so that he'll start a new sleep cycle and hopefully bypass the night terror. Surprisingly we've been night-terror free for 2 nights now.
I think Dalebert is trying to help us experience every possible part of parenthood. Kids bring something new and different each and every day. You never know what the next day, or night, will hold with a little one.
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