We have read every piece of advice under the sun about bed time. We have a routine, white noise, big boy beds, even a visual schedule. These kids do not sleep like those mysterious children I hear about…The ones that go to bed at 7 and sleep until 8! Only one of my kids has ever slept through the night and it only happened once and it was because he had to take Benadryl for his allergies.
So here I sit, attempting a new strategy, one I don’t believe is going to work (maybe that’s the problem?). I’m sitting here in a dark room with ocean sounds waiting for Cash and Quinn to doze off into a sweet dreamy slumber. Should I go? Should I stay? Should I use music or white noise? Should I move bed time back? Or forward? Do we need some lavender essential oils?
One of the problems is that the “problem” is a moving target. Quinn has always been good at the going to bed part, but staying asleep is not a skill he has mastered. At first, he was nursing every two hours, then his eczema was waking him up, now he’s struggling to even fall asleep. Maybe we need to drop the nap? He wants to “hold you”, meaning put one tiny hand on each cheek and share the same breath while sleeping. This is adorable but no way to get a good night’s rest.
Cash, on the other hand, has never been good at falling asleep. Even as a baby he turned into a “rabid chipmunk” when he was tired and it was time for bed. He never showed sleep cues like yawning or rubbing his eyes. And if we were lucky enough to get him to sleep, he woke up if even the smallest thing in his environment changed, like we left the room. Now, he’s pretty good at going to sleep. We did drop the nap with him and school, generally speaking, wears him out. Our challenge with him is the nighttime potty training. He is determined to get it, with no pressure at all from us, but he’s not quite 100% yet. So he sometimes wakes up wet…And if it’s not that, sometimes he wakes up hungry (maybe he’s growing?). Either way, we are awake.
We have a two year old and a three year old, and it’s been years since we slept all the way through the night, or even halfway through the night. I long for real sleep. And at this point, it seems it should be possible. And yet here I sit.
I’m great at staying grounded in simplicity, at keeping my patience, at seeing my children for who they are. But I do have t admit, it’s hard when I’ve spent two hours in their bedroom trying to get them to sleep. Part of me says, just stop doing it. And, honestly, I think that part is correct. Self doubt keeps us all stuck.
Tonight we had a conversation. I told Quinn how brave he was and how I know he’s ready to go to sleep on his own and sleep all night. I told Cash the same thing. Cash loved the idea, but it broke Quinn’s heart. At least, that’s my mama interpretation of the result. Eventually I gave in to holding his hand. Within minutes he was out.
We all know this is a short phase. For now, they will likely wind up in our bed by morning and I will love their sweet snuggles. 


