You know that moment you’ve been looking forward to since you first woke up in the morning? That moment when you finally crawl into bed and relax under your covers after a long day? When your head hits the pillow and you prepare to surrender yourself to sweet sleepy bliss? When every muscle in your body starts to give in, and your breathing gets deeper, deeper, and your eyelids get heavier, heavier . . .
Yeah. That’s the exact moment that my daughter Ell-Bell wakes up screaming. Every. single. night. And it doesn’t even matter what time I go to bed. She manages to pull it off whether it’s 10 p.m., midnight, or anywhere in between. What on Earth did I ever do to her?
Am I embarrassed that my 15-month-old is still not sleeping through the night? You betcha. Do I feel guilty that I’m still nursing that sweet little demon back to sleep because it’s all I can do? 100%. Is the end in sight? God I hope so.
I remember with K-Man, we were sheepishly admitting to the pediatrician that he was still waking up in the night at his 18-month check-up. But then a few weeks later, he miraculously started sleeping through. And it was everything. (Well, it was everything for four months, and then we had another baby. That was dumb.)
So maybe my life is about to get a whole lot better? I can do this for three more months, right?
Until next time,