Friday, March 31, 2006

Toddler bed

Our saga continues.

As I was saying, discipline is an issue for us. It seems like all I had to do with Kieran was raise an eyebrow in just the right way and he would respond. The kid has a healthy, natural fear of his parents. Not so different from his mother's healthy, natural fear of bears. Chloe.... not so much. She just stares at me. Even better, today she giggled at me.

Our battle as of late: Sleep (or lack thereof). About 8 days ago, Chloe was having major sleep issues and screamed every single time she would lie down. So I took her to the Dr. and she had a killer ear infection. During the first couple of days of her antibiotic, I allowed her to sleep with us since she feels bad (I always let her sleep with me when she is sick, it is the only way we get any sleep). We are almost done with the 10 day course of antibiotics but she still wants to sleep with me. I assume her pain is minimal if at all, I dose the child with Tylenol and Ibuprofen regularly. Yet still she screams when I put her to bed. I tried putting the playpen in our room so she could sleep next to me but nope, that's not good enough. Yesterday at naptime she climbed out of it! What amazing arm strength. So then I decided that the crib is her punishment and I put in it. She screams as if I am ripping her arms off as I put her in it. 3 minutes later the screaming stops and she is in the living room with only her shirt on. She hands me her pants and the diaper is nowhere to be found. I was relieved that it was not a poopie diaper. I was so angry with her that I did exactly what I had decided NOT to do and I popped her little behind. She had climbed out of the crib and that just is not safe. Plus the darned kid beat me at my own game.

I put her on her brother's bed to put a diaper and pants back on her and she ended up falling asleep there, without crying. She just turned over and went to sleep. So a lightbulb turns on in my head. We need to take down the crib and buy a toddler bed. She can't stand to be confined! That is the problem. She is my little wild bird. My hopes are high and I went to Wal-Mart and found an adorable little white, wooden bed.

It didn't work so well. I gave up on her last night at about 10:45. I fell asleep in my bed and she was in the living room with dad watching him play a video game. She fell asleep on the couch and he put her in her new bed. She cried at 5am and came in to our bed. We woke up with Chloe's feet next to us - her head was down near our feet. Apparently she needed the extra arm room.

Now it is 2pm, naptime. So as I type this she is in her room (supposed to be napping) playing. I watched her for a long time and reminded her to get back in her bed. Here's the clencher, she would lie there, smiling, and slowly push her little foot over to the edge of the bed as if she was trying to get up. I would say her name sternly and she would jerk it back and laugh. Oh my God. What am I going to do with this child?

I have fought her from day one about our sleep issues and I can see that this isn't going to end soon.

2 Comments:

Blogger Memere Kitty said...

I bet your Mom's laughing her ass off!

3:05 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

bad little kid. wonder where it comes from. they all get us back. they really do. remember when we wouldnt stay in the house at 15 and 16. same scenario...except we kept hopping the fence :)

7:44 PM  

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