When I sat down to write last night, I couldn't think of a thing to write about.
Then, in the middle of the night, it hit me. When Punkin woke up at 2:30 for the 20th night in a row. Seriously people, it's like having a newborn again. At first it was 3:30 every night, but for some reason she's moved it up an hour.
Sometimes I awaken to frightened cries of "Mommmmmmy!", but occasionally she's just calling my name like it's the middle of the day instead of the middle of the night. When I go into her room I usually just have to pat her back and fix her covers a little and tell her to lie down and got back to sleep. Sometimes we have to find her bear that's made it's way to floor. Occasionally she's crying and says she can't find her pillow, even though it's right where it's supposed to be. Once she said her hand was big, which confused the heck out of Mr. Daddy who happened to be the one who responded that night. I'm thinking that her hand had fallen asleep and so it felt big.
But I am at my wits end. Even though I usually stumble in there and stumble right back to bed, there are nights when it takes me a while to go back to sleep. So, lovely internet friends, I'm turning to you. How do I break this insidious habit? My sanity depends on your quick response.
6 years ago