Just a few months ago, Miss 1 was struggling to go to sleep at night. The “easy” answer was to lay her in bed with me like we had done for mumblemumblemumble <—– a very long time. To go to bed when she did. To let her doze off peacefully by my side. She found comfort, and we both got to sleep.
Sleep was good, but having to arrange my schedule around her? Having no quiet time in the evening for myself or my husband? Listening to an overly tired toddler who should have been sleeping peacefully hours ago? Thinking ahead to the fact that yet another newborn would need me 27 hours a day in just a few short months and I just want to be alone when I sleep for just a little bit?! That wasn’t good. We started the grueling transition to her sleeping in her crib, and more importantly, Going to Sleep in her Crib (raise your hand if you know what I mean!), when we rearranged bedrooms once the basement was ready.
After a week or so, we settled nicely into a routine: jammies, brush teeth, oil her feet, read a book (in her room), sing a song while rocking, and go to bed with all the baby dolls in the crib. Sometimes with mom in charge, sometimes with dad. Always with lots of rocking. I wish I could say I cherished every moment and I love rocking my little girl and I didn’t think at all about everything I had left to do that night or when (oh, when!) could I finally get in the bath myself… but I didn’t always.
And then last week, after jammies and teeth and oils, I was carrying her to her room for book, song, and rocking. When we got there she said, “Babies. Nigh Night!” and pointed to her crib.
“Should we read a book first?”
“No. Babies. Nigh Night.”
“Want to rock-a-bye?”
“Babies. Nigh Night.”
“Can I have a kiss?!”
“No. Nigh Night.”
So I put her in the crib, and she went to sleep. Same song, second verse with daddy the next night. Our new “routine” has been on repeat for nearly two weeks now, and believe me when I say, I cherish every random snuggly, rocking moment throughout the day, because I was handed a much needed reminder.
It does end.