This week is called: "No sleep, zombification."
Four hours on Sunday night. Five hours on Monday night. Five hours on Tuesday night. And, one exhausted Musical Daddy who spent the day snapping at his students for being children.
This is just stupid.
I think we're over the hump, though. It's a difficult hurdle to climb: how do we balance The Boy's need for extra comfort during his time of need (he's REALLY beginning to sense that Something's Wrong), with the "normal" developmental stage of not feeding at night and sleeping in his own room / own crib?
On Monday night, I finally got ticked off enough at having to get up every hour that, at 1:45AM, I just picked him up and brought him to bed with us. Then, his nursing could be done like it usually has been done at night - with nobody waking up enough to make a fuss, particularly me.
I'm still vaguely haunted by the idea that it's "wrong" to have The Boy nursing every hour or so, and that it's "wrong" to have him still sleeping with us at 10.5 months. The thing is, I just don't see an alternative!
When we put him down in his crib in his room, it's not too hot or too cold. There's no air being blown on him by a fan or a vent. There's no extraneous noise that doesn't exist elsewhere in the house. There's a nightlight, and the door is cracked so that the hall light comes in the room (as well as normal household noises, which I've been told is good for them to hear). When he fusses, we hug him, sing him soft songs, and either rock him to sleep in our arms or sit by him (holding a hand or just sitting, whichever he wants). Then, he's down in his crib and asleep, and we leave the room.
Five minutes - or five steps - later, he's awake and SCREAMING, and we start the whole 15 minute procedure over again. Every third time, he "needs" to be nursed.
The chemo's side effects include fatigue (!), jaw pain and nausea, among others. There's nothing in there that should cause such a dramatic reduction and regression in his sleeping patterns. The jaw pain, if he's suffering from that, should cause a reduction in appetite, and he's eating more now than he ever has.
Maybe the fact that our schedules are reversed - The Wife is home with him during the day, and I'm home with him at night - is screwing him up. I mean, we went from her school year to the hospital to the new schedule, so I guess it is entirely possible that he's screwed up from that. He's not used to spending the day with Mommy and the afternoon / evening with Daddy.
Most likely, it's a combination of "all of the above." It's just so DARN frustrating! It's seriously affecting my teaching and my abilities to interact with the people around me. My patience is shot, my energy level is non-existent and my motivation is nil.
Good thing he's so darn cute... that smile of his could melt an iceberg in the arctic, it's so warm and fun and friendly.