You might say I'm a bit obssesive about sleep.
Enter the variable of a child, or in my case, children, and my obsession gets a little tricky.
When Anders was born, I knew there would be many sleepless nights ahead. Surprisingly, he turned out to be a pretty good sleeper. There were a few bumps along the way, but overall he was a great sleeper and I was soon able to get back to my obsession, even if it was modified a little. I was feeling pretty good, even when I found out I was pregnant with Jacobson Baby #2.
Fast forward to May 2010.
Anders quit sleeping.
Not only had he dropped his morning nap, all of a sudden he didn't want to take an afternoon nap and 6am seemed to be a perfectly normal time to start the day. We switched him to a "big boy" bed because Baby #2 was coming soon, and he quickly figured out that he could get in/out of his bed much easier than his crib. Going to bed at night became a fight.
And so a struggle of epic proportions began.
- Gates (yes, pluarl) in his doorway to keep him in
- Clocks to show what time it is (don't get out of bed until "X" time)
- Laying in his room with him
- Rain machine for background noise
- Allowing him to lay on the floor instead of in bed
- Crying (me, not necessarily Anders)