Cakie stumbled out of his room about 45 minutes after he started his nap. He walked over to the ottoman, lay on his stomach, stuck his butt up in the air, and fell back asleep. He’s still asleep on the ottoman two hours later. Am I willing to wake him up in an effort to get him back in his bed? Hells no. Trucker is also asleep in the livingroom. He’s in the Snap and Go. (Oooh! Yet another benefit of this stroller! It lulls babies to sleep. Even those who hate their carseats.) Having two sleeping boys is akin to winning some kind of mommy prize. I made a quiche! Now I get to blog! Woo hoo! I can even abuse some exclamation points in the process!!!
Last night Cakie had his first sleepover at another kid’s house. Our very very wonderful friends had offered the sleepover as a “helping gift” at our shower. Boy did we need help. See, I sleep trained Cake at 6 months old using The Baby Whisperer. (The author and the book are a little bit nuts, but it worked.) He slept pretty much 7pm-6am for the following 1.5 years. Ah. The good old days. Then we got his big boy bed. We haven’t had a full night of sleep since.* Once he realized he could escape his room and come visit us, he has done so several times a night. We (by we I mean my honey) put him right back in bed. He still gets up several times a night. Sigh.
Trucker, on the other hand, is a sleeper! God love him. Last night while Cakie was waking up our friends, Trucker slept from 9 pm to 11 pm when I came in and nursed him, essentially while he slept, and then he slept until 5 am! He’s my hero.
The thing is, sleep becomes an all-consuming issue for parents. It really comes down to the essentials once you have a baby, food (both in and out) and sleep kind of take over your lives. Sleep is so tricky. Everyone has different theories about what works and what will harm your kid for life. People get very uppity about what worked for them, but that doesn’t mean it will work for your kid. Or they act like you’re really going to pay the price later if you do one thing “wrong.” The truth is, maybe you’ll pay the price later, maybe you won’t. I always resisted the family bed, because I didn’t want to have to struggle to eventually get our son out of the bed and into his own. I didn’t want to end up sharing a bed with an eleven-year-old. Little did I know that we’d have that struggle without ever really having the family bed. I still think part of me would love the family bed. I do love waking up with the boy and getting all snuggly and happy to be with my family. The truth is, Cakie sleeps like a propeller. And when he’s in my bed, I don’t sleep. I think even if we had a California King I still wouldn’t be able to sleep with him in the bed. So it isn’t an option.
Sleep is very tricky, because it can be disrupted by the simplest things. Take, for example, Mr. Ottoman over there. It is almost 4 pm. So even though I’m enjoying this quiet, two-sleeping-boys afternoon, I know I should probably wake him up. On the other hand, maybe he needs the extra shut-eye from waking up my friends last night. (They, at least, do have a king-sized bed. Luckies.) Oh. He’s moving. So’s the other one. I guess I don’t need to ruminate over that question much longer! Gotta go.
*Not counting when my honey and I went away for a weekend while I was pregnant and Cakie stayed with my mom and brother — for whom, I might add, he slept through the night. And last night.