I cannot be the only one…who was shocked when my child moved past infancy and was still not sleeping through the night. This is something that no one warns you about when you're pregnant, most likely because they don’t want you to jump off a bridge by overwhelming you with the REAL truths about motherhood, but when the Sonny Boy continued to wake us way past three years of age, I figured I would have a lifetime of exhaustion to look forward to.
I did all the things sleep deprived parents do in an attempt to make their child’s trip to dreamland as smooth as possible; soft blankets, a white noise machine, even gently rubbing his forehead until he dosed off, but without fail he'd pop up at of that bed and refuse to go to sleep on a nightly basis.
Once we conquered the hurdle of just getting the Sonny Boy into the bed and actually staying there, we moved into the nighttime interruptions phase. The waking mid-sleep was for all the same reasons as I am sure you've heard in your own household: a midnight bathroom break, a mono-eyed monster in the closet, and the thirsty thespian acting out an academy award worthy dry throat.
Although, lately we have fallen into a successful sleeping routine...to finish reading about my gratitude this Thursday, please visit my blog here: I Cannot be the Only One...