My littlest one is still waking up at night. He’s almost 13 months. This tug of war has been going on for the better part of 6 months. We let him cry it out, that works for a bit and then something happens in his little world and the battle starts again. When he starts to wake up after sleeping through the night for how ever long, I go in for the first few days and nurse him. Then when I get too tired, we go back to letting him cry. Confusing him? Probably. Does it work? I’m still on the fence because if it did, why would he start waking again. Do I want advice? No.
You see, there’s part of me that enjoys getting up with him. Yes, I know slap me now. But there’s something so….. (I dont know the word I’m looking for here) in it. The house is dark and quiet. No chores, older toddlers calling or anything else waiting for me to be done. It’s almost like a good kept secret. Me, alone with my thoughts (as jumbled as they may be in my sleepy fog) and my baby. Well, technically toddler but we won’t go there. Going down the hallway, slicing through the darkness, I pass my biggest’s one room. I can hear him breathing and sucking his thumb and I flashed back last night to when I used to do this with him. Time really does have a way of slipping by too fast with the good parts and slowing down to an almost unbearable stop during the bad parts. I know deep down, this tug of war with sleep and my littlest one is more about my battle with time than it about actual sleep. Their years are slipping away and I really want to savour the good parts. Even if it is at 1:30 am.
