Yep. They’re keepers. 🙂
This is night two of Operation Daddy is GONE! and both bedtimes have actually gone quite well. And these are the kids who have been extra crazy at bedtime lately.
Going into last night, I wasn’t really worried about Isaac. Apparently he has finally settled in to his new room and come to realize that there are, in fact, no monsters living in the knee walls. He’s been getting up at 5AM since the clocks changed (yesterday he watched NOVA during the 5 o’clock hour), so he can barely keep his eyes opened through dinner. Therefore, he basically collapses into a comatose heap as soon as his rump hit his mattress.
My Hannah Girlie, on the other hand, has been in the habit–since birth–of having someone lie down with her while she tosses and turns and hums and flops and plays with her hands and reaches toward the ceiling for twenty minutes until she drops off a cliff to slumber.
And Ruth . . . Boy, Ruth had me the most worried about this week. Horrid Molar Teething Monster has set up shop and she has been sleeping terribly for a week or more. I can’t actually remember how long it has been, as sleep deprivation leaves me incapable of marking time. So bad has her teething been that I had her to the pediatrician last week, convinced she had an ear infection. Head banging, ornery, sleepless–my good sleeper, too–oh, the poor baby has been a mess. So, as you could well imagine, I was very worried about how this weekend would go, as Daddy is go-to guy when sitting in a chair and nursing to sleep fails, as it has been lately.
But last night went great. Ruth had no nap yesterday, so she was whooped. As a result, I was able to sit down on the floor of Isaac and Hannah’s room and nurse her to sleep while I sang to the other two. Hannah’s flopping about came to an end, Ruth was passed out, so I thought I’d take Ruth to her crib. When I stood up I saw that Hannah wasn’t quite all the way asleep so I panicked slightly. She opened her eyes, gave me a sweet wave, blew me a kiss and said goodnight. That was that. I lay Ruth in her crib and I was done at 8:15.
I was less optimistic going into tonight. Hannah had fallen asleep in the car on her way home from an outing with Aunt Worry, which generally means there is no way on earth she’ll be asleep before 9PM. Ruth took a nice two hour nap. Still wasn’t too worried about Isaac, though, as he had awakened at 5AM again today in hopes of getting to watch NOVA again–sorely disappointed he was. As predicted, Isaac fell quickly to sleep while I sang and held Ruth in my arms. My girls, however, took a little more convincing and for a while anyway I was afraid I’d be there a while. In the end, Hannah lay in her bed “reading” her children’s Bible while I sang and nursed Ruth, but then Ruth became very unsettled. She was not as sleepy as last night and so couldn’t just pass out. She needed her nice dark room, and noise machine. So I picked her up to take her downstairs and Hannah asked if I could lie down with her. “No, honey, I’m sorry. I need to take Ruth down to her bed.” “Will you lie down with me after she’s asleep?” “Sure. But you lie here in your bed and look at your Bible and try to go to sleep on your own, OK?” “OK.” And she closed her eyes.
Ruth took a while. Some nursing, an attempt to get down, some whines and cries for Daddy that I joined in on. But finally she settled in nursing and fell asleep. I lay her down with her making feeble gasping sounds indicating a desire for milk, but apparently that desire couldn’t overcome the exhaustion of two weeks of poor sleeping because when I lay her down she went right to sleep. So. Now, back to Hannah. I went upstairs to lie down with her, as requested, but I found her there already asleep. Curled on her side, still holding her children’s Bible. She did it. Two nights in a row. To sleep on her own.
We’ll see how tomorrow goes.
As for how the rest of my day is going during my husband’s absence: I’m missing the man terribly. I really like this guy and like to live with him. Really. So not getting to hang out with him is no fun at all. But so far I’m doing quite well on the mothering front. Praise be to God, He’s giving me everything I need for this long weekend, including the assurance that he really did give me what it takes to be a mother. Today while Hannah went on her adventure and Ruth took her nap, I actually sat in a chair for an hour and read. Just me. All alone. With a book, a blanket on my lap, and my beautiful living room windows surrounding me. Nice. Very nice. On to tomorrow’s adventures . . .