Papaless

Dominic is very much a Papa’s boy these days. It is partly because I work at home and Irving tends to have him more during the day and partly because this is just how little kids do things, alternating between favorite parents. Having been through it twice before, it doesn’t bother me. Except for right now.

With Semana Santa in full swing, Irving is gone. He was away yesterday, came home after we were all asleep and left again at 3 am. He won’t be back until Saturday.

Dominic MISSES his papa. He mopes around asking, “Mi Irving? Mi papa?” For a few days, he was convinced Irving was hiding in the bathroom. We’d open the door to show him that Papa wasn’t in there, but as soon as we shut the door, he’d be banging on it again, “Irving! Hey, Irving, veni!”

Now he’s decided to be clingy with me. I can only imagine his thought process, “Papa is gone, he doesn’t come back . . . what if Mama goes, too?!” And so, I have a 13 month old stuck to me like Velcro all day and all night. Seriously. He can’t even nap on his own right now. I need to be in sight at all times and when it comes to sleeping, the poor kid is terrified I’m going to go off and leave him, so he insists on sleeping on top of me. Which is fine for naps, because I just pop him in the sling and he sleeps on my shoulder while I read or work on the computer. However, at night, it’s a bit of an issue.

I don’t sleep well with a kid in my bed. Dominic likes to twist and turn and end up upside down with his feet in my face, so that pretty much keeps me awake. I don’t mind bringing him into bed around 4 am if it means that I can get a bit more sleep, but last night he was really upset and so he ended up spending the entire night in my bed, which he hasn’t done since he was a teensy, tiny newborn. Needless to say, I didn’t get a lot of sleep.

He also wasn’t feeling well, so that probably had a lot to do with it. He woke up at 2 am with a lot of gas and sick burps and finally ended up vomiting a tiny bit and then went back to sleep. Needless to say, I did not, since I’m very much against vomit in my bed (I know, I know, I’m a mom, it happens . . . but not if I’m awake to notice the signs and whip him over a bucket!).

Tonight, he was feeling fine, but he wanted nothing to do with being alone in his crib. Finally, for my sanity, I let him fall asleep in my arms and then put him down in his crib. Hopefully he will stay there tonight and we can all get some sleep!

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