[Photo: Phoebe hopped up on me and promptly fell asleep the other day. She also fell asleep flat on the bottom of a Poang chair the other day!]
Sitting here, all I can hear is the clunk of the clock hand as it makes its way around, and the faint hum of the computer, but I am already counting down the seconds until I should wake Phoebe up again.
Lately we’ve been struggling big time with the sleeping around here. Simeon’s sleeping is a whole different issue (good naps, waking periodically at nights), but Phoebe’s has been off kilter since he’s been born really. It started with not wanting to go to bed, getting in and out of her toddler bed repeatedly. Then it was not wanting to nap, doing the same. Since we’ve moved I’ve tried giving her a quiet time instead but she ends up horrifically grumpy, falls asleep in strange places at stupid times in the afternoon, and most nights has been in our room at some point in the night.
On Saturday, she fell asleep at 4.45pm on the chair in the lounge, and when I woke her refused to have dinner and wanted to go to bed. She then woke at 10.30, 11.30 and 4.45 in the night, and that’s when I decided enough was enough, we were going to have to go back to proper nap times. (She has napped in the last three months, just often in the car, or pram). With the newest disney dvd addition, Sleeping Beauty, I was able to bribe her into sleeping in an actual bed, on Sunday. She faffed around for a bit, but eventually had the sleep she needed. The same has happened today and yesterday, but not without incident.
Here’s how it goes.
‘Do you want to watch Sleeping Beauty?’/ ‘Yeh’/ ‘What do you need to do first?’ ‘Go sleep’.
I then put her down, tuck her hundred and one toys in, say goodnight. She sits up, plays, pretends to put them all to sleep. I go in and remind her to sleep. ‘I just play bit more’.
Repeat, over and over. Some running in and out- ‘just give you this’ ‘just need that’. ‘Mumma need hug kiss!’ Eventually I hold the doorhandle and she gets cross. Then we repeat again. Eventually ‘Phoebe bit tired’. ‘Yes, I know. Go to sleep and when you wake up we can watch Sleeping Beauty!’
After over an hour of this, she stays under the blankets and actually tries to sleep. By this point her sleep time is so restricted that to avoid bedtime shenanigans I have to wake her up less than an hour later which she’s not so keen on. Alas, I shall press on, and I’m hopeful that eventually the hour long fight and frustration will improve. It’s certainly a test of my waning patience, but I know that I am doing what she needs, what is good for her. I try to tell her that but who knows if she understands.