Last night was an unexpected and tiring one, which started just before 11:30 p.m. when Jason and I finally climbed into bed, tired from our respective long days and hoping for Olivia (who we had just laid in her crib) to sleep for at least three hours in a row. The following is a case study in what it's like to have kids:
1:30 a.m. - We hear a door fly open and a sobbing Isabelle comes running down the hall in the darkness. She bursts into our room, crying "There's dinosaurs outside my window!" Clearly she is in the throes of a nightmare. I guide her back to her bedroom, assuring her that dinosaurs aren't real and she is having a dream. She decides she needs to use the bathroom before climbing back into bed, and while sitting on the toilet she suddenly points to the bathroom window and yells, "Mommy, I see a T-Rex!" After we get back in her room, I open her window blinds to show her that there are no dinosaurs outside. She climbs back into bed and curls up under the covers.
1:50 a.m. - Isabelle comes running back down the hall, again sobbing. This time as she enters our room she yells, "There's dinosaurs in my room!" I ask her to climb into bed with us and as I start explaining that dinosaurs are only on TV, she shouts "Daddy, look behind you! A dinosaur!" This time I carry her back to her room, and notice her skin feels really hot... but chalk it up to her having just woken up and getting worked up. I turn on her bedroom light and show her that there are no dinosaurs in her closet, and she gets back in bed.
2:00 a.m. - Isabelle comes running down the hall a third time, coincidentally just as I'm wondering whether I should possibly get a thermometer and take her temperature. This time Jason guides her back down the hall, thinking he'll get her back into bed once and for all, and as she reaches the doorway to her bedroom she pukes on the carpet.
2:00 - 2:30 a.m. - Jason and I clean up Isabelle and the floor.
2:30 a.m. - Olivia wakes up, frantically crying for a bottle. Jason climbs into bed with Isabelle to help calm her down, and I bring Olivia downstairs to change her diaper and feed her. I notice she is dangerously alert looking.
2:30 - 5:30 a.m. - Sure enough, Olivia decides that she's not tired and refuses to go back to sleep until she finally eats enough to fall into a food coma.
5:30 a.m. - As I'm laying Olivia in her crib, I hear Isabelle's bedroom door open and Jason emerges from where he's been sleeping. We climb back into our own bed, exhausted.
6:30 a.m. - Jason's alarm goes off, he gets into the shower, and...... I hear Olivia crying.
6:31 a.m. - I stagger into Olivia's room, pick her up, bring her back into our bedroom, lay her on the bed and give her a pacifier, and she instantly falls asleep. Apparently she prefers our mattress.
6:32 a.m. - I curl up into a ball and pass out next to Olivia, who sleeps alongside me until Isabelle wakes up and comes into my room at 8:15.
Needless to say Jason and I were running on fumes today. We kept Isabelle home from daycare for obvious reasons, and while she thankfully hasn't thrown up again she's got some kind of cold that is giving her a fever and she's been laying on the couch watching movies all day. Although, she did have enough energy to clog the toilet this morning after relieving herself and deciding it would take a half roll of toilet paper to clean herself off....
Chaos in the Masherah household!
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When Jack went through his monster phase (about the same age) we had the same night time problems. With out Jack seeing anything I bought a new spray bottle and filled it with water. Jack got to use the "monster spray" anywhere in his bedroom before bedtime.It magically stayed full. After a couple of weeks problem solved. I remember those days... Patti V.
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