I had an entirely different blog planned out for this evening, knew what I was going to write and talk about and even how it would all come together as a piece, and then bed time came. The battle for bed time has turned into an all-out war. It went from bad, to worse, to now completely ridiculous and unacceptable.
As i’d mentioned before, Parker, since moving, had started refusing to fall asleep in his bed. EVERY night since that first night I allowed him to fall asleep on the floor in the living room next to me, he insisted on doing the same. Pain in the ass, but he went to sleep down here without a fight, and was transported to his room less than an hour later with no problems, and stayed asleep until morning.
It made sense to me that this could be a temporary set back due to moving, and after a while, just like his switch from the crib to the toddler bed, he’d get used to the house and go back to sleeping like normal.
Clearly, that is not what happened.
He started waking up earlier and earlier in the morning, or in the middle of the night and insisting on coming into bed with us, or he wouldn’t stay down when we put him in his bed after falling asleep on the floor and had to come BACK downstairs (upon insisting to) to fall asleep on the pillow on the floor for a second time.
A few nights of him sleeping in bed with us and basically ruining our sleep (he is a maniac in his sleep, completely restless), suddenly became every single night. With how bitchy Thomas gets, and how stiff my back was when I woke up from being forced onto the edge of the bed with no covers in an awkward position and a child’s arm smacking my face repeatedly, we’d had enough.
We had just crawled into bed last night when Parker came strolling into our room. I was nauseous and my back hurt and I just didn’t want to deal with him keeping me awake all night,so we attempted the cry it out method. He’s old enough where it won’t cause damage to his psyche… but after about 20 minutes of him screaming and getting out of bed Thomas lost his cool and it turned into a total meltdown situation. I went and got Parker and sent Thomas downstairs to the couch, and Parker got into bed with me… and proceeded to keep me awake for hours.
That was the last straw.
Tonight we weren’t playing games. I calmly explained to Parker that he HAD to go to sleep in his bed and he wasn’t going to be coming downstairs anymore… he was not a happy camper. It took 30 minutes of me standing outside his door and repeatedly putting him back into bed (and waking Holden up in the process) for him to finally relent and go to sleep. Now i’m just biding my time until he inevitably gets up again, because I know with him, it can’t be that “easy.”
How long is this going to last? He used to be such a good sleeper. I miss the days of him going to bed easily and not waking up until 8am… that appears to be all in the past now.
Do we keep letting him cry it out every single night until he finally just gives up, or is there an easier way?
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