Parenting is a funny thing, just when you think you’ve got it all figured out, know what to expect and how to plan and anticipate your baby’s needs, the cheeky monkey’s will throw you a curve ball.
Case in point… yesterday I did a blog posting about how I loved motherhood, we’d had a great week, Ava had done some seriously cute things that had completley melted my heart and last night she threw us a complete curve ball that left us scratching our heads…
Her usual bedtime routine did not work out at all, instead of getting drowsy at 7pm while having her last bottle, she got increasingly hyper, little arms waving around, touching my face, grabbing my hair, staring up at me with big round eyes. This does happen from time to time but usually if I plonk her in her cot after a few minutes she will settle and drop off to sleep. Ha! Not last night. Last night, it took an hour and a half of baby talk mixed with shouting and me waring a pathway on our floors walking back to her room before she eventually went off to sleep.
*sigh* now I can get ready for bed too! Drop off to sleep and wake up, withing minutes of falling asleep, or at least it felt that way, to lots of baby shouting. Check the time – 11pm! Out the bed and down to her room, after feeling satisfied that nothing was wrong, after doing a nappy change, checking her temperature and giving her some juice, I left her again. Still no luck, the yelling, babbling, chatting, crying went on until 2am this morning. I tried all the old tricks, dummies which were smacked away, rocking, which resulted in lots of wriggling to get away.
I’m a natural anxious person and the longer this went on the more anxious I became, watching the minutes and hours tick by, knowing I had to get up in a few short hours for work and some how have a productive day at the office after almost no sleep. Eventually I did something that I feel really guilty about…
I medicated her, I gave her a dose of Nurofen Pediatric Syrup and within 20 minutes she was lights out! Of course, then I couldn’t fall asleep, party because I was feeling guilty about medicating my perfectly healthy child, and because its was now getting closer to 3am and I had to get up within a couple of hours.
All I can hope and pray for is that this was a once off incident, it has never happened before and I’m praying it won’t be happening again anytime soon.
But if it does, what are some of the potential solutions? I told Walter if she does it again, I’m just going to put a bunch of toys in her cot, get a night light for her room so its not to dark, and just leave her. Let her play to her hearts content till she drops back off to sleep.