Fighting Sleep

Sophie B is back at it. . .fighting sleep. This is a monster that we haven't faced in quite a while. In fact, we routinely congratulate ourselves on our luck to have such a great-sleeping Angel. Well, it was nice.

Sophie has gotten quite used to being the principessa around the home; everyone caters to her on a regular basis and it has gotten kicked up a notch since the surgery. First, her schedule was disrupted by all of her "attendants" at the hospital. Once home, she got to sleep in Mommy's bed for the first week. Then she got to stay up late the first few nights followed by jaunts to crazy town after that. Her constituents have flocked to her side, day and night, to bring toys, food, drink and entertainment. In fact, Jack and Susan have been regularly constructing puppet shows for her pleasure (Brooke starred as Baby Jaguar in last night's). It takes 43 people to dress and bathe her and she is carried or wheeled from place to place. What's not to love?

The past few nights (and even sometimes during the day), she has turned into what I like to call The "My-Super-Sweet-Sixteen-As-Seven-Year-Old" Sophie - nothing suits her unless we are all as close as possible to her head. It really is sweet but when she is literally screaming from her bedroom because she's not entertained to sleep, it gets old. Normally, she would crawl out of bed and rearrange her drawers, unload her toy basket, and make her way to her door to knock until someone answers and puts her back to bed. Since she is stationary these days, the alternative is an awful, gut-wrenching scream that sounds like she is caught in the jaws of life. Luckily, when one checks on her, she is all smiles and wrapped up in bed just needing her Baby Belle back from where she has thrown her on the floor in an angry rage.

Hopefully, this is but a moment and our sweet, sleepy darling will be back soon. The melatonin has been purchased and started again; perhaps we will have a better night tonight. I can tell you, the screaming did stress out all the members of The B's constituency, including favored little brother; luckily it passed after 15 minutes or so and she slept until 7:30 this morning.

Love and sleep to all.