Ok, have I ever told you that Oliver has a teeny tiny little sleeping problem? Well, I mean it doesn't seem to be much of a problem for Oliver. But for the rest of us? It pretty much stinks. Imagine if you will, what it would be like to not sleep through the night for 7 years straight. Alright, I'm exaggerating a little bit. But only a little bit.
Anyway, Oliver has been on a no-sleep bender for the past couple of weeks (yes, I said weeks). Basically, this means that he sleeps for about 4 hours and then gets up for three or four or five hours or that he just never goes back to sleep. (we see this extreme every year at this time.)
So last night was better than a lot of nights. The boy slept until 3:30 before waking every one up. I traded beds with Sami and kept Oliver company, whom I had dosed up with melatonin, hoping that he would fall back asleep before dawn. No such luck.
But here is the brilliant part. Rachel arrives at 8:30 every day!!! So I didn't even bother changing out of my pajamas because -- get this -- I could take a nap!! And I did. I slept for 90 minutes and then got up and had an undisturbed shower. Can I tell you the last time I had an undisturbed shower? I practically cried when I told Rachel how ridiculously happy a nap and a shower made me.
I'm also ridiculously happy that Rachel is totally amazing with Oliver. He loves her already and is always smiling when they spend time together.
On another note: we've been consulting with a neurologist about the sleep thing and we're trying a medication (clonidine) that I'm really hopeful will help. Keep your fingers crossed for us!