It’s a Saturday night in the McGee house and we’re getting ready to drop it like it’s hot.
This is how we roll, yo
Yet when I say Drop it like it’s hot I’m referring to the crib mattress. I think we’re going to have to get low, get low, get low.
Here’s why… One bad decision in the middle of the night which involved allowing a fussy tot sleep with us has turned into 5 nights of 90+ minute bedtimes and either Denny or me sleeping on the floor (yet again).
I can hear you right now, “Shut the door,” “Let her cry it out,” “She’ll be fine.” BUT and this is a big but (I don’t like big buts and I cannot lie), we can’t let Makenzie cry it out… because our little Rolly Pollie rockstar can now jump out of the crib. It happened Thursday night and it was terrifying for all of us. Luckily she was fine, but now we’ve turned into little pawns. If we let her keep crying she could try to jump out again and possibly get hurt. So we spend at least 30 minutes each night sleeping on her floor until she falls asleep and then we army crawl out of her room.
Essentially our 21-month old just yelled out Checkmate!
Well played Makenzie, well played.
Once again we’re back at a parenting crossroads. Unexpected sleeping issue Avenue intersects with Who the hell even allowed us to be parents Street and our car has stalled out. So now what?
Do we continue into this trend of endless bedtimes? Do we keep sleeping on her floor until she is into her mid-20’s? Do we opt for the toddler bed? Do we drop the crib mattress like it’s hot to the floor? Or do we just laugh about it and wait it out a few more nights? One might think that we would figure this out since we’ve been here countless times but we’re still stumped.
But on a good note, we have a decent amount of time to ponder this while laying on the floor next to our girl’s crib. If you know any shortcuts to get back to the Quick Bedtime Boulevard let us know. In the meantime we’ll be spending our nights relaxing under the stars in Makenzie’s room.
My view from the floor… look closely and you’ll see her crib rails.
And call me crazy but part of me kind of likes knowing that she wants me there while she heads to dreamland. I’m pretty sure I’ll miss this someday when she is in her teens, her sleeping patterns are regular and she begs me to leave her room.
Sweet dreams Makenzie Ruth, I love you and your stubborn little sleeping habits to the moon and back.
xoxo
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