Operation Sleepytime-Sans-Sleepsack is not a success.
I repeat, NOT a success.
I know this for a fact because, once again, I was blessed with only 3 1/2 hrs of sleep last night due to Miss Maya’s restless leg syndrome and apparent insomnia. I questioned whether I could start her on Lunesta and Mirapex, but since she’s under 1 year old (until tomorrow), it’s frowned upon. Bummer.
Okay, speaking seriously now… I know she has simply outgrown her mini-crib. Poor thing is half my length already and gets her arms and legs stuck in-between the bars. The mattresses for the mini-cribs aren’t the greatest, so I’m sure that has a part in this equation, too.
There is a small glimmer of hope on the horizon: my brother still has the crib they used for Alex, so if he can gather all the pieces, I’ll only need to shell out the dough for a mattress and believe me, I am willing to buy a high-quality mattress for the little miss if it means I finally get some desperately needed shut-eye.
Until then, I think I need to run her butt ragged so that she collapses into bed and falls into such a deep sleep that she barely moves all night. I think I should work on that plan tonight because I have to be up bright and early tomorrow to bake her birthday cake and cupcakes and decorate. Whoo-hoo.
One year old. Holy smokes.