I have been interrupted 5-6 times the last couple hours by a whimpering and wide awake Lucy. Although this is a walk in the park compared to our days getting toddler Caleb to sleep, challenges still exist.
Tonight with Lucy I rocked and sang the alphabet. As soon as I stopped, she lifted her head and cried, “More, more!” I decided to try and sing it backwards for awhile.
“Z,Y,X,W…” Way too difficult.
After five minutes of attempting without success the alphabet in reverse, I noticed Lucy’s breathing more rhythmic.
This small window is when stealth is imperative.
Do not stop the rocking chair abruptly. Instead, let the rocker rock itself to a rest.
Step like a ninja the pre-mapped path from rocker to crib. Sometimes trial runs in broad daylight are necessary. If there’s a squeaky floorboard, or a creaky crib spring, find it before game time. Nothing’s worse than running the last 50 meters of a race and being disqualified for stepping out of your lane.
Support the head. Any haste can cause a whiplash guaranteed to trigger crying. Set the child’s head down as if it was an active grenade.
Army crawl. On all fours it’s possible to minimize shadow casting thereby avoiding detection.
Try not to close bedroom door too quickly. A child’s eyelids are supermodel thin. They will detect relative light change even if they are shut.
And despite all of these techniques, sometimes failure’s inevitable.
Like tonight. I’m tempted to bust out the Benadryl…
I bet many of you have pretty amazing stories about the lengths you go through to get your children to bed. This is your day to comment. I want to hear some good stories. If I don’t, I’m not blogging anymore.
Just kidding. I’ll keep blogging. But seriously. I want to hear about ear infection nights and sleeping-in-bed with Mommy/Daddy nights and 3AM lullaby nights, ect.
The only parent I do not want to hear from is one that says, “I let my child cry themselves to sleep and now they sleep for 12 hours without a peep.” If that’s you, congratulations. You have an iron will and an ice cold heart.
So, comment with stories of the crazy lengths you go, or have gone, to get Junior to bed. It will make us all feel like better parents.