I love her more than rainbows and chocolate and sunshine and sprinkles. We play this game regularly. What do we love each other more than?
I love her and her brother more than anything they can name. Anything imaginable.
But I want her the hell out of my bed.
I have thought about it, and counting bad sleep while pregnant, and the fact that India was up every two hours for at least her first year of life but in my recollection it was more like two, then if you add all my nights of good sleep together, I've had maybe one week of solid sleep in the last five years.
No wonder I am so tired and haggard and crabby. All the time.
Every night our little dollop of delight comes in sometime between midnight and 2:00 am.
You'll be awakened from a sound sleep with "thump thump thump thump thump" and the thud of a small body reaching the bed. She clambers up, and crawls up the middle of the bed and into the covers.
And then it begins.
It would be one thing if she just went to sleep and didn't move a whole lot. I could live with that.
I'm not saying you always get kicked in the head or whacked with a sleep-heavy arm, but it does happen with terrible regularity. And she likes to sleep with one leg in, one leg on top of the covers. So your covers are constantly being tugged.
India has the middle of the bed. Prime real estate. But she wants to be right up against you. Nick has his claim pretty firmly staked, so I tend to wind up on edge of the bed.
She mashes against me. So I scoot. And she scoots. And inch by inch, we creep towards the edge. I awake fully when there is nary an inch ahead, just air. Hello, Charybdis!
During the day, it's different. I am super huggy. I touch people's arms when I'm talking to them. I hold hands. My daughter climbs up on me all the time.
But sleep? NO TOUCHING. This is my side, that is your side. I love you very much goodnight, see you in the morning.
If I go sleep in her bed, she turns her attention to Nick. So there is no real sleep. Last night I went to her bed at 2:00 am and then at 4:00 she came down and woke me up to find her water.
I nearly wept.
We have tried a sticker chart. Five stickers and India got to pick her treat! McDonalds! Frozen yogurt! A trip to the Diner! A pony! Our first born!
Anything! Dear child, anything! Just let us sleep!
We had five nights of staying in bed, like until about 5:00 am. Or coming to our bed but then agreeing to stay in her bed when Nick took her back.
This, for us, totally counts.
But then she was done. She'd accomplished it. Five was enough.
It turns out that there's nothing worth more to her than sleeping with us. Stickers for treats? Feh!
Jordan can be
India doesn't have things that she's into for bribery. And even the proffer of outings she loves aren't enough.
For a while we put a cute little foam mattress next to the bed. She could sleep in our room, but not our bed. She had her own pillow and my Gramma Lillian's rainbow afghan as her special blankie.
She called it her cozy bed.
Her cozy bed worked all night like twice. And then, then she enjoyed her cozy bed until one or two in the morning, and then crawled in our bed.
She says she's scared. This is what she says every time. No matter how cozy and safe she will agree that her bed is.
You cannot argue with scared. True or not, you don't want your kid to think that you are unconcerned about their fears.
(Even if it is up against my fear that I will never sleep again.)
We are old and tired and desperate.
So if you have any suggestions or resources we are