Usually, Amélie goes down for bed at 7.
Usually, after our short bedtime routine, I just pop her in her crib with a kiss, leave her room, close the door and spend the next 2-3 hours before my own bedtime picking up the house and having some me time.
Sometimes, she’ll be overtired and will start crying as soon as I put her down. Usually, all she needs is for me to rub her back for about 5 minutes before she falls asleep.
But tonight, oh tonight.
It’s now 9:15 and she’s still not sleeping. The dada and I have formed a tag team. None of our strategies have worked.
Nope. NOPE. NOPE!
I put her down, she cries.
I rub her back, she squirms.
I try to apply a bit of pressure on her hips to stop her from moving, she screams.
I pick her up, she puts her thumb in her mouth and puts her head on my shoulder. *Yes!*
Ten seconds later she’s squirming, pulling my hair, pinching me, headbutting me.
I seriously tried everything short of giving her Benadryl to make her drowsy. (I almost seriously considered it)
The last time the dada came up to take over, I all but threw her in his arms.
Then, I went outside, on the balcony and closed the door.
The dada managed to put her down, by the way. It’s now 9:20 and she’s alseep…for now.
Dads are awesome like that.