My kids are actually pretty good sleepers. All three sleep in their their own beds, in their own rooms. We no longer have those special “sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s bed” nights like we did when Ellie was a toddler and pre-schooler. When it is bed time, they all go to bed without much of a fight. I really don’t have much to complain about.
BUT occasionally we have a week when all this sleep gets thrown out the window and the toddler and infant decide they don’t want to sleep through the night.
The first few nights I generally handle really well. I hop up out of bed quietly and rush to the child in need. If it’s the infant I generally check her diaper and let her pacify herself with a bottle. No she doesn’t take a pacifer, nor does she really suck her thumb, but that’s a completely different post. If it’s the toddler I check his diaper, find his pacifiers and try to calm him down.
Around the third or forth night is when I start contemplating putting a pillow over my husbands head. Last night was one of those nights.
It all started innocently (NOT). My husband let the kids stay up later than normal to watch a documentary on Yellowstone. We put Zach down around nine o’clock while Ellie stayed up to finish watching the last few minutes of the documentary. Zach, knowing Ellie was up, couldn’t fall asleep because he was angry at the injustice.
I finally convinced everyone that Ellie needed to be asleep around 9:20. The moment I got Ellie to bed Zach comes running into our room.
“Zach up! Zach up!”
Um, nope, Zach needs to go back to bed. It took me about three or four times of walking him back to his room before he finally stayed put. We then watched Homeland and were asleep by 11:00 pm.
2:05am – Not sure why I woke up. Maybe it was just the habit of waking up the last three nights, but I mentally high-fived myself because neither of the babies had woken up. Maybe the cycle has been broken! I close my eyes and quickly fall back to sleep.
2:15am – I’m awoken by a squawking noise coming from the babies room. Ok, I can handle this. I quietly jump out of bed and tiptoe quickly to her room. Dry diaper. Hmmm, ok, I roll her on her side and give let her snuggle with her blankie. Back to sleep she goes.
2:18am – I’m back in bed and quickly fall back to sleep.
2:30am- I hear Zach’s bedroom door open. Crap, ok ok, I can do this. I quickly jump up, a little less quietly, and jog to hallway where I see Zach heading my way. I turn him around and tuck him back into bed.
2:32am – I’m back in bed, but now I’m up. UGH
2:40am – 2:55am – Several trips back and forth between my bed and Zach’s room. One false I have pee pee diaper change, one false I have a poopie diaper change, one milk refill and one cuddle request.
3:10am – I haven’t heard from Zach in 15 minutes, maybe he’s back to sleep.
3:11am – Nope.
3:20am – Full blown screaming tanturm demanding cuddles. I’m wondering if my husband feels my feet in his back trying to push him from the bed.
3:35am – Everything is quiet. Whew!
3:50am – I still haven’t been able to fall back to sleep. Crap, tomorrow I’m going to need my caffeine served in an IV.
4:05am – Squawking from Caileigh’s room. Husband rolls over and asks if I’m going to check on her. Yes I am dear and after that I’m coming back to suffocate you.
4:15am: Diaper changed, fresh bottle, covers adjusted.
4:30am: I’m lying wide awake staring at the ceiling wondering why in the world the sound machine in Caileigh and Zach’s rooms are so loud. I’m never going to sleep again am I?
6:50am: Squawking from Caileigh’s room. I must have fallen asleep at some point, but I’m not sure when.
7:00am: My husband finally wakes up and says “WOW, the kids did great last night. They made it through the whole night!”
Um, Really? No jury would convict me would they?