The Daily Hailey

So that was my second night of being awake until 1:00am. I know some people do that all the time, but there is so much anxiety tied to my sleeping patterns. I’m very blessed to have a husband who follows me when I try to leave the room to do something other than lay in my bed feeling sorry for myself. I’ll be getting comfy on the couch with the laptop or a book, and he’ll come hunt me down, let me rant a little bit about how I’m not trying to be difficult, I wish I could sleep, but now I feel all sorts of pressure to sleep, and blah blah blah, and then brings me back to bed, where I eventually fall asleep after some tv and a back rub.

I’m also very blessed to have a baby that sleeps in with me. However, the last two days have brought me a bit more worry than I wish they did. Dekker has slept 15-16 hours these last two nights. Yes, he wakes up and talks once in a while, but falls back to sleep right away. I’ve never been one to rush to him as soon as he makes a peep. Dekker likes his independence. Sometimes I get the evil eye if I go to his crib too early and he isn’t done chewing his blankets the way he’d like them chewed.

It was noon yesterday when I finally woke him. He was laying on his side, completely cashed out. I rubbed his cheeks and kissed him. Completely. Out. I actually had to haul him out to wake him up. He was like a limp dishrag. The heaviest dishrag ever. Like, a 27 pound dishrag. I carried him close to me and he nuzzled into my neck and whined a little, rubbing his eyes. He became more awake, obviously, ate fine, played fine, he’s completely fine! But he’s sleeping like 15 hours at night with at least one solid three hour nap in the day.

Thoughts? Help? Is he ok?