Little Mr’s bedtime is of late, becoming rather a battle. He’s shattered, he rubs his eyes, he whinges a little because he wants something but he doesn’t know what he wants, it’s time for bed.
We take him upstairs for his bath where we let him play with his toys in the water whilst we wash him down and take him into his room to dry off and get him ready for bed. As we dry him off he has his bottle of milk and he continues to rub his eyes, clearly a sign he’s tired.
We dress him in his pyjamas and zip him into his sleeping bag, all of which we’ve been doing since he started sleeping in his own room many months ago. We kiss him goodnight, tell him we love him and pop the soothing rain sounds of Ewan the Dream Sheep on. We gently place him in his cot, turn out the light and… ‘wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’ he starts!
He’s found his feet too so along with the crying he stands up, in his sleeping bag and holds onto the cot. So then his dummy falls out which upsets him even more. We go in, lie him back down and he gets up again. Repeat. Over and over.
I hate bedtimes. I’m finding them so stressful. As soon as I pick him up from his Grandparents house, it’s a race to fit in everything before bedtime. I’m desperately trying to ensure Little Mr is eating a healthy balanced diet, wanting him to eat the foods he should be having, plenty of fruit and vegetables, meat, calcium, dairy along with all the vitamins a growing child needs. Having bedtime last over 2 hours is really starting to wear me down. Luckily hubby has been helping sort the mess from the kitchen out and by 8:30/9pm we can finally relax. Fit in a bath (the shower is still broken) and it’s time for bed. Where’s the ME time? Surely a five minute bath isn’t me time?
I’ve sought professional help over the trauma’s we’re having over the bedtime battles. We’ve had advice and we’ve changed a few things. Firstly, Little Mr is now on whole cows milk and we’ve ditched the formula. I’ve noticed in the last few weeks he’s got a lot more hungry and the milk isn’t satisfying him of an evening. He eats like a horse and after he’s had enough he pushes the food away. I’m really hoping it’ll help keep him asleep for longer. Secondly, I know he’s upset with us for leaving him during the day hence why he’s looking for us at bedtime. We need to toughen up although it breaks my heart to see those real tears streaming down his face, it’s bedtime and we need sleep.
Hubby is still unwell. He’s got an appointment coming up at the hospital for the sleep clinic so hopefully he’ll get some answers soon and be able to sleep through the night without waking up and they’ll help sort his breathing out. If i’m honest, this is probably the most stressed I’ve ever been. Worrying about my husband falling asleep during the day, him not being able to sleep at night and knowing i’m on wake up duty through the night with Little Mr, and being able to function and go to work on as little as three hours sleep. It’s got to get better hasn’t it? I’m off to bed. Please sleep through Son, please?