Thursday, 29 October 2009

A wooden fried egg and other unusual bedfellow requests

Thanks for all the sleep solutions and hilarious stories! My favourites were:
  • Angels&Urchin's children sneaking out of bed while she boasted about their fantastically successful bedtime routines and sound sleep
  • Mandy and her other half trying to stealthily creep out of their little one's bedroom like ninjas
  • Hilary arriving at the top of the stairs to check on the situation only to find her husband inching out of their baby's room on his stomach, trying desperately to stay out of the baby's line of sight, 
and last but not least:
  • D wondering why his wife was taking so long settling the baby, and walking in to find her sound asleep inside the cot-bed with the baby

I'm sorry to say there's been no improvement on the sleeping front, despite our best efforts. Last night Elliot woke up at 11:15 pm - we were nearing the end of a nice little indie film so looked at each other hoping one of us would say "the best thing would be to just leave him". Anyhow we went to take a peek and the poor little guy looked so stuffed up, red-cheeked and generally miserable that we gave in and took him out of his cot. After giving him a little drop of nurofen and some teething gel, we thought maybe we'd pop him back into his cot, but then he snuggled into my husband's chest even more, and our hearts just melted.

Did we stay up in his room with him, comforting him and rocking him back to sleep? Sorry, no. Stupidly, we decided that if we brought him downstairs we could watch the end of our film and he would just snuggle up and eventually drift off to sleep. What on earth were we thinking??

Obviously as soon as we arrived at the foot of the stairs, he perked up and was suddenly right as rain, smiling and pointing at the TV shouting "ba! da! da! da!". My OH tried to cuddle him back to calmness, but there's little Elliot sitting bolt upright smiling. Damn.

We eventually had to admit defeat, and brought him back upstairs to bed, whereupon he decided it was most definitely the right time to escape my arms and play with his toys. Finally we wrestled him back into his sleeping bag and I patted his back and sang until he fell asleep. My version of "Wheat Kings" by the Tragically Hip's Fully Completely album always works wonders. My other half says it's because their music is so depressing that it makes anyone who isn't a Canadian hippy want to saw their own arm off, or at least fall asleep to avoid it. I beg to differ though I guess calling me a Canadian hippy wouldn't be too far off the mark. Anyhow, it worked and off to sleep he went.

Amazingly Madeleine slept through the whole affair and we didn't hear from her until 4 am when she woke up wanting a pee. I eventually managed to fulfill all her bedfellow requests (an enormous Thomas the Tank Engine flip the flap book, her orange felt trick-or-treating bag, a wooden toy saucepan lid, and a wooden fried egg) and let her drift off with the help of a Nirvana Rockabye CD.

Wish me luck for tonight, and don’t forget to read this blog about Ready For Bed Week. It’s an incredibly important cause, and there are some great reward charts for you to download too.

PS - If you've always wanted your own wooden fried egg (who wouldn't!!) you can get it on Amazon.

P.P.S. - These are some great books for understanding and establishing good bedtime routines, dealing with sleep issues, night terrors, night waking, getting baby to sleep through the night, etc. Teach Your Child to Sleep (Millpond Sleep Clinic) is particularly good and you can expect to use it on and off from about 6 months old to about 6 or 7 years old - I've lent it out to many of my friends during times of crisis and I honestly think every family should own a copy!




3 comments:

  1. I've got a Radiohead for kids CD somewhere but dudelet's never taken to it - he wants the second Arcade Fire album, Shonen Knife or nothing. Little Elf can be sung back to sleep with Mark Kozelek's arrangements of AC/DC songs. I think its the rumbling in my chest. We did the controlled crying thing - but it's hard!

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  2. Hey dadwhowrites - it was either that or the Apocalyptica version of Metallica! Controlled crying worked when they were little (well, more little) but I don't have it in me to do it anymore :(

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