Sleep? Who Needs Sleep?

I’ve been down with the flu for the past two days, which was really bad since I have no leave left. But we will not think about the days without pay, no no. Happy thoughts.

Last night was rather interesting. The baby slept six hours straight. Woo hoo! Praise God for rice cereal!

And then he proceeded to stay up from 2:30 a.m. until 4:30 a.m. Oh. Sweet. God. Every single time I tried to put him back down in his crib, he worked his little legs and fussed. And cried. And squalled. And moaned until I picked him up, worked out a burp, rocked him a bit.

Rinse, repeat.

Finally, I gave up and nursed him again at which point the dear child let out gas that would make a man proud. There’s something disconcerting about this. Here you have this maternal, sweet moment when you’re bonding with your baby . . . and he rips out noises one after the other. I think I timed one that was seven seconds. Not kidding. It was like nursing a Whoopee Cushion.

At 4:00 a.m., I prayed to all the gods in existence that he would JUST GO BACK TO SLEEP. Especially when I had to get up an hour and a half later.

Yeah, so not happening. He fussed some more and the pacifier didn’t work either. Fine. Be that way. So, I picked him up and let him sleep the rest of the time in my arms.

I imagine that some time next year, this will all be a distant memory. And I hold fast to the hope that he will be like my son and sleep ten hours when he’s five months old. We will not think about the fact that my daughter was ten months old before she slept that amount of time.

Happy thoughts. Find the special place.

In other news, I need a working title for my Viking book. Any ideas? The Viking’s Vengeance sounds like a bad Hardy Boys novel. Sexiest Viking Man Ever doesn’t really cut it either. Hopefully tonight I’ll manage to crank out a few more pages. But with massive sleep deprivation and flu recuperation, I’m slightly concerned about what in the world I’ll be putting down on paper. Could be interesting!