One of those nights

On Tuesday I symbolically went to Target and did lots of useful things. On Wednesday – I don’t remember, actually, but let’s assume I did more useful things. Yesterday Dash had a day off school so I didn’t get much done with my two hours of free time, and today I think I’m just going to sit down with a book. Useful things can feck off with themselves. Though I may possibly take a moment to push a swiffer around the floor, because I think the dust bunnies are unionizing.

Last night was one of those nights that when you have a baby you think you won’t have any more when you have big kids.

11:00 I go to bed.

12:20 Dash has a coughing fit. I get up to see if there’s anything I can do. I can’t give him a dose of cough medicine because he’s not actually awake. I attempt a ritual laying-on-of-hands (i.e. putting my hand on his back for a few seconds), which was sometimes all it took to relax him enough to stop coughing when he was younger. Doesn’t work. I climb into bed with him, which also sometimes works, though it’s not exactly simple due to his loft bed, and the thought crosses my mind that I may be approaching creepy Love You Forever levels of mothering. It’sĀ  not creepy to get into bed with your seven-year-old, right? To stop them coughing? Oh well. It didn’t work, anyway. Not for ages.

1:00 or thereabouts: I go back to my bed.

… some other time… I get out of bed again, I don’t even remember why, maybe it was Mabel. Maybe it was more coughing.

… And again.

… And again.

All I know is that I returned to my own bed at 1, 2, 3, 5, and 5:30 this morning, with the intervening periods spent sleeping and/or not sleeping in one of my children’s beds. Then my wonderful husband did all the morning stuff and didn’t wake me till 8:30, when I had just enough time to stick my head under the shower, throw on some jeans (jeans! It’s jeans weather! At least before 9am it is), and run Mabel to school.

4 thoughts on “One of those nights

  1. Anonymous

    My BF DD is 16 months & occassionally I find myself in meetings, daydreaming of nights of uninterrupted, unaccompanied sleep in the centre of a bed adorned by crisp white sheets….so this was not what I wanted to read šŸ™‚ Recently a mother from my ante natal group remarked that she didn’t know what to do with her time as her LO went to sleep at 7 and they didnt hear from him til 7 next morning. It took remarkable self control not to use physical violence!!
    Really enjoy your blog Maud šŸ™‚

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    1. Maud

      Thank you! And I’m sorry. But this is an outlier – there are more good nights than bad these days, even for the 4yo who is a shockingly bad sleeper. You’ll get there.

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  2. Office Mum

    Oh dear, that’s not fun. And you probably would have done a night like that in your sleep (so to speak) a few years ago, but when they start sleeping, it’s so much harder to deal with a tough night I think. Lots of coffee today, and no productive activities (except facebook šŸ˜‰ )

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    1. Maud

      It’s true: my cumulative sleep was probably an almost reasonable amount, and it’s still preferable to those nights of having a wide-awake teething toddler gnawing away at my boobs for hours and hours… but it’s all the up-and-down repeated wakings that kill me these days.

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