Sleepless memories
How many of you get up with your children at night? Be honest now.
It’s no easy task. For a long time, I was doing it every night (I was the at-home parent, and for some reason people think it’s easier to be exhausted taking care of children than to be exhausted while sitting at a desk and staring at a computer. Trust me, I’ve done both, and the consequences for falling asleep with little children running around are far more severe.). These days, I only get up with my girls half the week, but it usually takes the remainder of the week to recover.
My oldest, who turns five next month, was never much of a sleeper. She never napped more than an hour a day (except for those first few months) and would fight sleep all night long. She’d scream at bedtime. She’d wake three or four or five times each night, always asking for a bottle or a drink. The doctor made suggestions, as did friends. “Let her scream.” “Ignore her.” “Don’t give her a drink, she doesn’t need it.” Well, every night for a week we let her scream. Never worked. I let her go almost 90 minutes one night. When I finally caved, I discovered she’d thrown up in her bed and was a mess. Riddled with a wee bit of guilt, I never let her scream again.
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September 25, 2006 at 11:28 am
My oldest, after 2 years of never sleeping is now a rock. That is he doesn’t like going to sleep, but once he does he is out for the count. He used to wake at all hours of the night and rise with the sun. Now he sleeps well longer the rest of us, and sounder too. I envy him.
My youngest, at 7 months, is even worse. He hates sleep. He wakes throughout the night, often, and rises too early. He doesn’t want to sleep and he doesn’t want us to either.
I get what you are saying about making the most of each situation, already I romanticize the nights with boy 1, but living in the now is hard. Each time I wake to my son battling sleep, I too must battle, against my own frustration and fatigue. I’ve whispered some things, albeit it in sing-song tones, in the middle of the night that I am not proud of.
Hopefuly this too will pass. I’m tired.