One day I would like to stop thinking/ talking/ obsessing about sleep. I would also like my kids to sleep.
The boy is getting up a couple of times a night. Fine, he is teething. I can dredge up some compassion for him. Teething hurts.
The girl has suddenly decided that she no longer wants to sleep in her bed. Actually, I think it corresponds to the husband's decision to stop lying with her while she falls asleep. Oh, if only we had known. I would have frogmarched him into her room and duct taped him to her bed if it would have prevented the last few nights.
She wakes screaming. She wants us. She wants to come to our bed.
The girl has never asked for this before. We don't know what to do. We are tired and want to sleep. We say no. Hysterical crying. Hearts are hardened and breaking points are reached. We say no and no.
And then I take her to bed with me. I realized I needed to sleep more than I needed to fight with her.
Tonight the husband was going to lie with her but she told him to leave. Did I hear right, I thought. Wow, she is just going to put herself to sleep. The husband walked into the hallway and a moment later she opened her door. We were all surprised. What are you doing? he asked. Mama said I could sleep in her bed she replied.
I spent the next five minutes explaining that I meant she could come to our bedroom in the middle of the night, not now, and that she had to fall asleep in her bed. Another of the many examples where what I say and she hears are totally different.
She finally fell asleep with me lying beside her. I have no idea what will happen tonight. I am assuming that she will wake up at some point in the night and climb into our bed, but really I am prepared to be surprised. She could decide that she would like to sleep in the washing machine instead.