Last night my husband and I had to seriously tag team our kids. We had a revolving door of children in and out of the room all night. My middle child Aggie had ninja crawled into our bed sometime before all hell broke loose. My littlest Edna is in the process of getting her two year molars. At 2 a.m. the drugs we gave her at bedtime had worn off so our poor little baby woke up screaming with pain. It took me almost an hour to get her back to sleep. The position that finally did the trick was laying in bed, hugging her tight, and softly singing. Then at 3:30 a.m. my oldest Audery came in because she had a bad dream. I really did not want Audery to wake up Eddie so I sent her to my husband's side of the bed. My husband told her that there was no room in the bed, which was extremely accurate. Audery ran back to her room crying and feeling scared. My wonderful husband got out of bed and walked to Audery's room to take care of her intense feelings.
Agatha was totally offended by all these actions. First, Edna had taken her cuddle spot that she had rightfully claimed earlier in the night and now, her second cuddle person had left the bed completely. She was feeling unloved and alone. Naturally, Aggie's only course of action was to start crying hysterically. I whisper screamed to her "Go find your father!" I had a great fear that her sobs would again wake up her temperamental little sister in pain. The time was now 4:30 a.m. and all I could hear was a faint commotion coming from the girls rooms down the hall. Edna and I finally dozed back to sleep and woke alone.
It was 8:15 a.m. Having no idea what happened in the wee hours of the morning between my husband and my other two girls, I finally discovered my husband asleep in Agatha's bed. Aggie and Audery were both found downstairs on the couch watching their tablets. Slowly, I crawled into the full size bed and snuggled up next to my sweet spouse and whispered "Holy Cow! What the heck happened last night?" We both felt like two twenty somethings that had a bender the night before. The only difference was our night did not involve alcohol and we did not even leave the house. Unfortunately we were unable to have a day of recovery like most sleep deprived young adults. Apparently someone still needs to feed our three demanding children.
All parents have had similar nights like this one. We throw kids in our bed at 4 a.m. hoping and praying to just get a few more hours of sleep. Just like me and my husband we are all just trying to survive the night. We are trying to get enough sleep not to die. We are trying to function like normal humans during the next day. Was I mad that all my children were in my room last night? No, I want my kids to feel comfortable to come to me all hours of the day and night. It just happened to be a perfect storm last night. My littlest was in pain, my middle child was feeling unloved, and my oldest was scared. My wish is that my kids would reach out to me for any reason no matter the time or place. When they are teenagers and in emotional pain I want them to find me at 2 a.m. When they are young adults and feeling unloved I want them to call me at 3 a.m. When they are grown and have kids of their own and are feeling scared, I want them to come to me at 4 a.m. The day, the time, or the reason does not matter when it comes to loving my kids. I want them to always find me because this Mom will always be available for my babies.
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