Small recap: Chunko never slept for more than 3 hours at any time in his own bed. He insisted on sleeping with us in our “getting smaller by the second” bed. He slept diagonal, all the while maintaining a foot on each of us, typically in my gut and on my love’s face (the better to kick you with, my pretty).
Smaller recap: It sucked.
We tried everything! Everything! We were sleep zombies, desperate for those few hours of continuous sleep we could squeeze out before the baby would come charging into our room. He would lull us into a false sense of sleep deprived safety and do really well for a week or so, but then it would go right back to the usual, 12am wake-up call (followed by the 1am, 3am, 5am and the final 6am wake-up calls).
We stumbled through our day to day lives, constantly overrun by our adorable little tyrant and were in serious talk about upgrading our bed size. In our final last ditch effort to soothe our wild beast, we completely redid the boys’ bedroom. Over the past few years, we have been slowly moving Chunko’s belongings into his older brother’s room. It was time for a complete overhaul. Fart Bone’s bed was huge and oppressive and so we replaced it. We bought all new furniture, we rehung all new posters and artwork and we even saged the room. We were leaving nothing to chance.
And it worked! Holy crap, it actually freakin worked! He settled into his required bedtime routine, and will scoot his tired butt to HIS room and sleep in HIS bed the whole night! It is a miracle desperately needed and very graciously accepted.
The first week it happened, we were so sleep deprived that we honestly thought that it was our tired brains playing tricks on us. We could not believe that it was happening and we were going to soon be “those” parents that actually looked like they slept sometime this century. So far, it has been three blissful months of full nighttime sleeping and it has been absolutely beautiful! More beautiful than a chocolate cake after a long gym workout, for realsy though.
We tried everything! Everything! We were sleep zombies, desperate for those few hours of continuous sleep we could squeeze out before the baby would come charging into our room. He would lull us into a false sense of sleep deprived safety and do really well for a week or so, but then it would go right back to the usual, 12am wake-up call (followed by the 1am, 3am, 5am and the final 6am wake-up calls).
We stumbled through our day to day lives, constantly overrun by our adorable little tyrant and were in serious talk about upgrading our bed size. In our final last ditch effort to soothe our wild beast, we completely redid the boys’ bedroom. Over the past few years, we have been slowly moving Chunko’s belongings into his older brother’s room. It was time for a complete overhaul. Fart Bone’s bed was huge and oppressive and so we replaced it. We bought all new furniture, we rehung all new posters and artwork and we even saged the room. We were leaving nothing to chance.
And it worked! Holy crap, it actually freakin worked! He settled into his required bedtime routine, and will scoot his tired butt to HIS room and sleep in HIS bed the whole night! It is a miracle desperately needed and very graciously accepted.
The first week it happened, we were so sleep deprived that we honestly thought that it was our tired brains playing tricks on us. We could not believe that it was happening and we were going to soon be “those” parents that actually looked like they slept sometime this century. So far, it has been three blissful months of full nighttime sleeping and it has been absolutely beautiful! More beautiful than a chocolate cake after a long gym workout, for realsy though.
It is amazing how little sleep you need when you are 20 and running the town versus when you're 30, old and grumpy.
