Of late (or rather, with a seemingly obvious bigger belly), getting the chungkin to bed has been a huge challenge. He’s been difficult in only wanting me to carry him for most of the day, rejecting everyone else including his papa, but oh my bed time has been the biggest hurdle of ’em all.
Over the weeks, I eventually figured that “playing dead” or really falling asleep that I bore him into his own sleep works, as time consuming as it is but few days ago he’s figured a way of climbing atop me from left to right, right to left until I react. And obviously with me now a lot more weary about protecting his little sibling from the constant but unintentional kicks, rolls and punches, I grunt back in frustration (still pretending that I’ve been awaken from my sleep) only to be greeted by endless “sorry mummy, I’m so sorry mummy” which will NOT stop until I acknowledge his apology be it with a verbal or non-verbal action.
And then it becomes a crazy cycle where he knows I’m still awake and will try to engage me in conversation. It’s cute, the talking about random parts of his day part but soon it drives me nuts that I go into this mode I really dislike and start threatening that if he wouldn’t stop his nonsense, I will leave the room and have his ah ma (whom he’s terrified of because of her firm discipline) put him to bed instead. Which works most of the time, except days when he’s overtired and is doing his best to sleep but for some reason is unable to and then the rolling, kicking and punching starts again.
But tonight, I got really mad. I was dead beat from a long day at work and did my best to pacify him to sleep. We sang songs he requested, I cuddled him the way he requested and even lulled him to bed in my arms because he wasn’t use to the room environment at my mum’s (we did a sleepover tonight). He started rolling over me back and forth, stood up, pulled my arms and said “mummy, get up!”. Tried to pry my eyes open with his tiny fingers and apologize profusely for disturbing me to get a response out of me.
I started dishing him warnings that if he didn’t try to sleep, I would swap my place with his porpor instead. By the 5th warning I had run out of patience. We had spent an hour trying to get this obviously overtired little fella to bed but I knew I had to resort to my final option of letting him cry it out with my mum. I gave strict instructions not to let him have his way regardless and it was painful walking out of the room feeling that I gave up too soon. But after 10 minutes or so, he was finally asleep. Wasn’t one of our best nights ever but I guess when push comes to shove, doing what works will have to suffice.