A few nights ago I helped Courtney babysit. It was an overnight job so I slept in her bed with the 2 year old and she slept next to the almost 1 year old.
Courtney's bed is slightly offset so there is a space on each side. Which adds a fall-off factor to the night. I'd put a dolphin shaped pillow on the floor on his side and asked God if he rolls off the bed, please let him land on the dolphin pillow. And I go to sleep.
Around 2am he falls off the bed. I shoot over to the side expecting to hear wailing. Nope, not a peep. He landed on the dolphin pillow and was still fast asleep. Now my dilemma is how to get him back onto the bed. There's not enough space for the width of my body to fit, but plenty of room for a two year old body to roll off. I end up straddling the side of the bed with one leg and albeit a tight squeeze, I was able to grab him and put him back on the bed. Then I made a cocoon of the comforter that will hopefully keep him in while he sleeps.
He's a bit of a wiggleworm. And every time he moved I'd wake up and put an arm around him to make sure he wasn't going to roll off the bed. Which means I got zero amount of sleep. I didn't want to make him hot by keeping an arm on him so I just catnapped so I'd know when he turned.
Around 4am, his sister starts wailing at the top of her lungs. Which didn't really bother me since I was awake. Courtney would shake her crib and she'd stop crying. What's odd is that she was still asleep while she was crying.
7am comes around and I'm laying on my back, asleep (finally). I open my eyes, thinking he must have rolled off the bed again. Nope, he's awake and his little brown head is about an inch from my face and looking at me. So I smile and say good morning, is it time to wake up? "Yes." He and I then discuss that it would in fact not be time to sleep some more, it was however definitely time to get up and start the day. And that's what we did.
Gosh, just typing this makes me want to go take a nap...
Courtney's bed is slightly offset so there is a space on each side. Which adds a fall-off factor to the night. I'd put a dolphin shaped pillow on the floor on his side and asked God if he rolls off the bed, please let him land on the dolphin pillow. And I go to sleep.
Around 2am he falls off the bed. I shoot over to the side expecting to hear wailing. Nope, not a peep. He landed on the dolphin pillow and was still fast asleep. Now my dilemma is how to get him back onto the bed. There's not enough space for the width of my body to fit, but plenty of room for a two year old body to roll off. I end up straddling the side of the bed with one leg and albeit a tight squeeze, I was able to grab him and put him back on the bed. Then I made a cocoon of the comforter that will hopefully keep him in while he sleeps.
He's a bit of a wiggleworm. And every time he moved I'd wake up and put an arm around him to make sure he wasn't going to roll off the bed. Which means I got zero amount of sleep. I didn't want to make him hot by keeping an arm on him so I just catnapped so I'd know when he turned.
Around 4am, his sister starts wailing at the top of her lungs. Which didn't really bother me since I was awake. Courtney would shake her crib and she'd stop crying. What's odd is that she was still asleep while she was crying.
7am comes around and I'm laying on my back, asleep (finally). I open my eyes, thinking he must have rolled off the bed again. Nope, he's awake and his little brown head is about an inch from my face and looking at me. So I smile and say good morning, is it time to wake up? "Yes." He and I then discuss that it would in fact not be time to sleep some more, it was however definitely time to get up and start the day. And that's what we did.
Gosh, just typing this makes me want to go take a nap...
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