Imagine with me for a moment.
You are so eye-droopingly tired. You want nothing more than to relax and drift off into dream land. You are cuddled up in your cozy, comfy bed and you know you should be okay, but your mind races. You can't shut it off. You keep tossing and turning impulsively; it's beyond your control. Your partner keeps telling you to just lay still and that if you're so tired, you should sleep. But you can't.
I think that must be what it's like to be a baby trying to sleep in the midst of a developmental leap. Baby Bird was just so tired, and grumpy, but he just couldn't drop off to sleep. It's been like this since Sunday. First it was his first two teeth cutting, and now it seems like he is putting all his energy into gross motor development toward crawling.
Yes, for me, it's very much frustrating. We don't really sleep train here, so a summary of nap-time is:
Rock rock rock
Baby seems drowsy but eyes pop open
Baby arches back and squirms until Mama gives up
Rock rock rock
Baby falls asleep in arms
Put baby down
Baby rolls onto stomach and tries to crawl away
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Sometimes I give up and we go play until I get my patience back.
But today it sunk in. How miserable must it be to be so exhausted but you just can't power down for the snooze you desperately need? Adults with insomnia, you know what I'm talking about here.
So today, I just kept my patience. I empathized with Baby Bird while I rocked and shooshed him gently. His eyes closed and his little body relaxed. I put him down and covered him with his blanket.
I walked out. Put an English Muffin in the toaster and the kettle on to boil.
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Bird awakens with a start.
I curse the whole way to the room, breathe a deep breathe to regain my composure and enter.
Repeat the empathy, rocking. Put Bird down, cover with blanket, blow him a kiss.
It stuck. He's napping. Must've been the kiss I blew him.
Sometimes it pays to just be patient.