Mama bed.

I've been telling people for a while that our lives seem like they're getting back to normal...we're getting lots of sleep at night, although littlest one can be trying, for the most part she's loads of fun, and generally we are doing really well.

This false sense of security came to a screeching halt the other night.  For some reason 2 nights ago, littlest one woke up at midnight, and proceeded to call for one of us...at the moment I can't remember which, and I can't even remember who went in there first (translation - must not have been me).  So Matt went her room, comforted her, laid her back down, gives her paci's, a drink of water, and then comes back to bed.  About 2 minutes later, she calls for us again.  This time I go...do the same thing, go back to bed.  5 minutes pass, Matt's back in there.  Another 5, I'm in there.  But this time, I'm tired of it, so I ask her if she'd like to go lay down in mama's bed.  "Yes."

(BTW, if any of you have heard Miss Muffet talk, she has a very distinct "yes"...)

Off to mama's bed we go, and she snuggles right up, and I think even might fall asleep for a few minutes.  But then she wakes up and proceeds to toss and turn...touch Matt..."dada home"...feel my hair..."mama bed"...."hi daddy!"..."wake up dada!"..."mama go?...there ee is!"...."dada go?...there ee is!"...then us, "ssshhh, it's night night time, go to sleep"..."mama bed"....  And this goes on for another hour.  2 am comes and goes - no one is getting any sleep.

Around 2:30 or 3 Matt decides she needs to go back to her crib.  So he takes her and the water works start, and after he puts her back to bed she cries and cries and cries until I can't stand it anymore, take my pillow and decide that she and I can sleep in the spare bedroom - at least one of will get some sleep that way.  As soon as I pick her up, she says "mama bed", and cries HARD when she realizes that we're going into the guest room.  Ugh.  Matt comes in and rescues me, and back we go to mama's bed.  Joy.

So, Little Miss flops around for another hour and a half, when I think she finally gets tired, and starts crying, cause she's not comfortable or something.  At that point, all I can think of to do is change her diaper, and give her some tylenol, just in case something hurts and she couldn't tell us what.  She FINALLY fell back asleep and slept great, while Matt and I endured toes in the back and a flopping 1.89 year old until 6:30 when the alarm went off.

It was miserable, and we were both a wreck the next day.  Matt mentioned that it reminded him of the dark days of having a new born!  Ha ha!  We decided not to wake her when we got up, and Matt stayed home with her yesterday, since she slept until 8:45 in morning.  She still doesn't seem sick or anything, so we can't pinpoint what was going on that would cause her 4 hours of insomnia in the middle of the night.  Last night she tried to pull the same "mama bed" thing, and after a tag-team bedtime routine, we finally got her to lay down in her crib and go to sleep.  She did call out for her dad at 2:36 am this morning, and I noticed that he didn't go in there...good thing she didn't call out for mama!