When it comes to my kids’s sleep, or sleeplessness, I cry. They cry. I bet you have shed a tear about your kids sleep at some point. We were onto such a good track with Baby Sister – the 8 month old. 7 pm- 7 am. No joke. Thanks to The New Contented Little Baby Book my sister-in-law gave me. Not a peep, if there was, we certainly didn’t hear it. After stupid, dumb, idiotic daylight savings, we may as well have traveled to Australia. now Baby Sister is all over the map. Diarrhea, a really bad rash and teething don’t help. The Boy? Well forget it. He comes into our bed at 3 am ( I think) very stealthily. We used to think it was sweet. We are so over it. Not cute anymore. So what did I do? Slept on their floor, like a Mama Cojuda – as we say in Peru (loose less vulgar translation: Idiot Mom) to see what the problem was.
This is what I found out. He coughs so hard he wakes himself up. He then needs comfort. Comes to Mommy’s bed. He also flounders around so much and is so gargantuan (like his dad, God love him) that he falls out of the toddler bed and wakes up. This wakes up his sister. Oh, did I mention they share a room? Does someone have a 3 bedroom they want to give me? Nightmare. Anyway, I made an appointment with pediatrician. Love her; she has saved my life and the kids’ on more than one occasion- to get his lungs checked. she prescribed meds for a simple bronchial issue. So we will see about him. Will report.
This morning he came to our bed at 5.23 a.m. we brought him back he cried, she woke up and cried. A cacaphony of wails. Sweet. My husband and I huddled together under our covers like the Blitzkreig was going on outside. Baby Sister, when her sleep is interrupted, cries like a demonically possessed banshee being tortured- is that enough metaphor for you? And I let her. Oh yes, I am evil. No comfort boob for her. I have a thick skin now (or do I?) Miraculously, she doesn’t wake him. Does anyone know why this is? Then…silence…they woke up simultaneously again at 6.45. Of course I had stayed up since 5.23 a.m. good times. No really, it was. They were both being so sweet and so cute and giggly with each other, how could I be mad? I was like a momma bear with her cubs reveling in their sweetness.
Thanks for listening. What do you think I should do? How early did your kids wake up today? Of course as I write this the little angels (can you hear the drops of bitter sarcasm landing on the floor?) are napping. Bless, their little hearts. I am going to wake them up now…heh..heh.heh….and see how they like it.