I have been known to be a real stickler when it comes to my children's sleep. I am a by the book, two naps a day, early to bed kind of mom. I just really think we underestimate how much little guys need to sleep.
Eddie has been battling a cold for almost two weeks. Yesterday it hit its peak, fever and all, and the boy slept all the live-long day. He couldn't get enough. Until about midnight.
He was fully recovered, the fever had broken, life was good again. And he was ready for a some fun. Quietly soothing him back to slumber? No thanks, Mama.
So I gave it up and brought him in our room. Nick was at work, so there was no need for quiet. We laughed and played, made every animal sound we could think of, sang some songs and jumped around (him, not me) without even falling off the bed. After 45 minutes, he was finally tuckered out, and ready to head back to his crib.
I was glad I gave up on being a stickler for one night (read: OCD). It's not all that often that I get my alone time with Eddie, and sometimes that's just what you need. I didn't even regret it at 7AM, when a certain three year old bounded into my bed, ready for breakfast. And that's saying something.