My Son is a Heat-Seeking Missile

Posted on | June 24, 2010 | 10 Comments

I don’t know what to say.

Apparently, unlike both his mother and father, my son likes to be very, very warm when he sleeps. I say this because he has always been all types of snuggly. No matter where you put him in a bed, on a sofa or on the floor, the child will find his way RIGHT next to you. Especially if he’s tired.

I just figured he was a snuggler. It didn’t occur to me that he could be cold-blooded. (Not in a creepy way, but in an always cold and needs warmth kind of way.) Husband is always hot. Always. I, on the other hand, am cold-blooded by day and hot-blooded by night. (great. Now that song is in my head. You know it’s in yours too. HOT BLOODED!) Or at least I guess that’s what I am. I almost freeze every day in my office at work but at night, I like the house C-O-L-D. There’s nothing worse than trying to sleep in a hot house. To me.

My son, on the other hand, apparently relishes the heat.

Last night was miserable in my house. We thought the air conditioner was broken because it was SO hot. At 5 am I finally got out of bed and checked the thermostat. Yep. It was 84 degrees inside. That’s like sauna heat for me at night. And there are flannel sheets on our bed… that’s how cold we normally keep it at night. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep great. Husband never came to bed and I heard J cry a few times so I just assumed that Husband had taken over for the evening.

Erroneous.

My son, the heat-seeking missile, SLEPT ALL NIGHT. You read that right. He went to bed at 7:30 and did not wake up until just after 5:00 this morning. WTF is that about?? Does this mean we need to put a heater in his room at all times? Do we dress him for bed in ski gear? Or is this just one of those fluke things where he slept to tease me with what my life could be like?

I honestly woke up at 4:00 and checked to see if he was still breathing because I became convinced that he had sweltered to death. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy he slept… I just wish there were a way to bottle up whatever it was that convinced him to sleep and feed it to him daily.

Maybe it’s the fact that we spaced out his bottles? Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t slept in forever? Maybe it’s because his top tooth has just about poked through the gum? I don’t know… I just hope it lasts.

Fingers crossed for tonight. I’m leaving the fan off in the nursery and I might dress him in winter pajamas… but only if you promise not to judge me.

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