Elias has officially been evicted from our bedroom.
We had always planned to move him into Amaia’s room. I was just waiting for him to sleep through the night first so as not to wake her at night.
But at 9 1/2 months old, Elias was showing zero signs of diminishing his night waking. In fact, he was waking three, four, and five times a night, every night.
While I know that this is not abnormal for an infant, I simply could not deal any longer. I have been pregnant, nursing, and sleep-deprived for nearly six years with no break.
I. Am. Depleted.
So one bleary-eyed morning, after yet another night of Elias waking five times, I looked at Chris with the desperate look of a woman on the edge.
“I feel like a prisoner,” I sobbed. With those words, I knew it was time to move the baby out.
It was sad at first, to close up the Pack ‘n Play once and for all. Our master bedroom suddenly seemed so empty. The realization of Elias being our last baby started to tug at my heartstrings.
But the feeling is pretty much gone now. Ten days after moving him, Elias is only waking once a night at 4am. And my poor, weary body is finally getting a decent chunk of sleep on a regular basis.
For anyone who has ever been sleep-deprived for an extended period of time, you understand how significant this is. I just might cancel that one-way ticket to Costa Rica after all.