I’ve mentioned before how important our bedtime routine is for my daughter. We have a series of very specific steps we take every night.
Brush teeth. Get milk. Carry her down the stairs while she puts a straw in her milk. Turn on the light to her bedroom, then put her down.
The steps continue until we end with me lying next to her, singing
the only songs I know three of her favorite songs.
Before this particular routine begins, I put the boy to bed after brushing his teeth, reading his book, then nursing. He goes to sleep no problem, then I move on to the Little Lady.
Since climbing out of his crib has been so much fun, it’s all he does the second I leave his room. On any given night, this is no big deal. Daddy takes over, and somehow, magically gets him to sleep, no problem. We have been able to roll with the ever changing bedtimes.
Not the other night.
I was home alone for the evening for the first time since the boy became a climber and he was testing my patience. I got him to fall asleep three times. The moment I left, he was up and out in a matter of seconds. Now I cringe every time I hear the squeaking of his crib.
While putting the boy back down every few minutes, I realized the long list of steps for bedtime aren’t just for the
crazy toddler’s benefit. They’re for me too.
It’s our time. We spend the entire day with her baby brother and, don’t get me wrong, it’s great, but the long bedtime routine is for this mama and her first-born to reconnect.
My husband was working late, so my time with my girl was broken up into a minute here and a minute there. I felt guilty leaving her so often so I could tend to her brother. She was so sweet and understanding, which killed me even more!
Once my husband finally got home, both kids were wide awake. Talk about feeling like a failure (we don’t need to get into the mini breakdown I had before he got there…). And, of course, our little guy was asleep minutes after daddy sat next to his crib.
I got some time with Miss Z, but I still felt robbed. Our time is precious and she’s not going to be little for long. She already glares at me and rolls her eyes throughout the day, but nighttime is when she needs me. She needs her mama to sing to her to get her to sleep.
Today is a new day. We’ll get our story time in and our songs.
Maybe the Little Guy is just trying to tell me that he’s ready for a long list of things for his bedtime routine too.
Something to consider.
How does bedtime go down in your house? Do you have someone to help, or is it all you? I’m open to suggestions for next time!