I'm pretty sure I'm just one of about a bazillion Moms to say this:
We have been struggling with bed time lately.
Makes me think of this
Oh it is just SO frustrating!
Caderyn got a big boy bed from his grandparents for Christmas and he has actually been doing really well with it. The only thing is he won't go to sleep until sometimes almost 11:00 p.m.
Some nights I find myself going in to his room three or four times a night. He either gets out of his bed and comes out to find me or he cries and cries until I go in there.
I don't really mind going in there, I love that he finds comfort in my presence, but I just really wish he would go to sleep and get more rest.
He is starting to get into the "I'm scared" and imaginative phase.
I always try to tell him he is safe, that I'm right here and that monsters aren't real.
He also sometimes wakes up in the middle in the night from a nightmare where there is a bear or a cat chasing him. I find this odd because some of my most terrifying nightmares from when I was little and still today involve bears.
Just so we're clear on this. I'm absolutely terrified of bears. I can't even stand to be near them at the zoo. I pretty much start to have a freak out attack.
It worries me to think that my two-year-old has such vivid dreams and nightmares. There were some nights where I prolonged going to sleep, just to prevent another scary bear dream from happening.
I hope with all of my heart that Caderyn doesn't have dreams like this.
But, going back to the bed time thing. Yeah. So it's a little frustrating. Some nights he's great, other nights he's not and I want to pull my hair out.
Yesterday, I was determined to tire him out so he would sleep well.
I took him to the Science Center and we met up with a friend.
Those two kids played and played until the place closed.
Caderyn proceeded to throw a thirty minute temper tantrum once we left.
He did kick and scream a lot, but man, I got him ready for bed faster than ever! I just plopped his screaming little body into the tub, scrubbed him really good, got him in his pjs while he was still crying and kicking (be impressed) and snuggled him on the couch where he finally calmed down.
All of this without breaking a sweat or losing my cool.
He and I snuggled on the couch, ate a little bowl of cereal and brushed our teeth.
Then we went into his room and read some stories before kisses and good night.
I only had to go in there once last night and it was because he had picked a scab and it started bleeding. Band Aid took care of that.
Not wanting to head back out to the pile of laundry I was folding, I hopped in to bed with him. That's the nice thing about this new bed. It's super comfy and Mommy or Daddy can fit on it with Caderyn.
So we snugged together. I rubbed his back and tickled his face and neck (my family loves the tickles) and then Caderyn proceeded to do the same to my face.
My heart melted.
He was getting drowsy at this point (HUZZAH!) but he looked at me and said, "Mommy, are you happy?"
To which I replied," Yes Caderyn, very happy."
"Oh good," he said. "Me too."
And he was out like a light.
It was just like a Hollywood movie and I just loved it. That little boy sure is something special to me, even if he sometimes doesn't go to sleep until 11:00 p.m. at night and then gets up at 5:00 a.m.
No matter how many times I have to go in to his room at night, whether its to give him more water, calm his fears or tuck him back into bed, I will always be happy to do it.
I may not be outwardly happy...especially at 3:00 a.m.
But internally I'm singing praise that he still needs me and trusts in me to take care of him and solve all of his problems.
He won't let me do that forever, but I'm going to enjoy it while I can!