Yesterday was one of those crap days. I was tired - no sleep will do that to you.
We got to preschool an hour late.
D decided not to sleep. He just wanted to cry. All. Day. Long.
Nothing jangles your nerves like no sleep and a crying, unsettled baby.
Panic seeped in. Oh god, here we go again. My easy-going textbook boy was going to turn into my girls and become a non-sleeping screamer. The thought had me quaking in my boots. I tried to remain calm, but the memories of unsettled girls were too raw.
He was unsettled until about 9pm when he finally collapsed with exhaustion, me following soon after.
Today is a better day. He has gone back to his easy-going self. I feel less crazy. I can cope on broken sleep. Give me a couple of hours of zzzs and I'm OK. I cope with unsettledness as long as it's not constant. On no sleep and a lot of crying, I withdraw and start to become a crazy lady. I know, I've been there.
Who knows what tomorrow brings. I won't stop fearing until he's about 15!