Please Can We Have One Quiet Night?

Dear Little One,

I don’t know what it going on with you.  I can’t figure out why you screamed for three straight hours yesterday evening.  I am perplexed as to why you keep waking up in the middle on the night crying.

This is my plea, though.  Please play hard enough today that you crash and sleep.  Please eat your dinner carefully so as to not bite you check or tongue or whatever happened last night during dinner.  Please let me get some sleep tonight.

Love,

Mommy

UGH! Y’all the Little One is killing me. She has been up every night for the past four nights.  I am tired.  When she was itty bitty and awake at night, it didn’t bother me so much.  She was so little we could snuggle in the rocking chair and both fall asleep.

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Now once I calm the crying, she is climbing all over me, sticking her fingers up my nose, playing with my hair, chatting and generally being unruly.  I am tired.

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Last night, I was having a heck of a time falling asleep.  I was tossing and turning and flipping and flopping. After about two hours, I gave up and came downstairs.  I think part of my problem is the Husband being gone.  I love my big bed all to myself, but last night it felt really big and really lonely.  So I decided to try and get some sleep on the couch.

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I trucked downstairs, thoroughly confusing Gracie Lou who thought it was suddenly play time.  I get the dog calmed down, lie down on the couch and get snuggled under the blanket.  Just as I am dozing off, there is a huge thud from upstairs.  Are you kidding me?

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The thud wasn’t followed by crying, so I knew she hadn’t fallen out of bed.  I tried to ignore it, but couldn’t.  So I tiptoed upstairs.  I check both bathrooms hoping that a suction cup had given way and that’s what made the noise. No such luck.  Then I checked the Big One’s room.  I hoped that maybe she had knocked the sippy cup off her bookshelf next to the bed.  No such luck.

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The Little One was asleep and quiet, so I did NOT want to go in her room.  Of course the paranoid FixItMommy worried that she had gotten out of bed, and knocked something over and was now lying helpless under a dresser drawer or something, so I had to go in.

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She was stirring in her bed and I could see what happened.  She had turned herself sideways so she was laying across short length on the bed.  She must’ve turned over or twisted just right so that her foot that was resting on the edge of the crib, slipped through the slats and whacked the wall.

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I knew I couldn’t leave her like that because, from experience with this one, I knew that if she turned again she would get her leg stuck.  So I had to move her.  I had to get her leg back in the crib.  Of course that woke her up completely, so we ended up rocking and singing for the 4th night in a row.

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Yes, this time it was partly my fault.  But I am convinced that had I left her, she would have gotten stuck and woke me up anyway. Oh man, I feel a nap is in order this afternoon.