Yesterday we drove an hour from home to see friends we hadn’t seen in over a year. Abby enjoyed herself and enjoyed running around all wild and crazy, having a new audience to show off for. The kids enjoyed showing her their cat and rabbit and horses.
We spent the night at my in-laws’ house, just a couple of miles away. As much as I was looking forward to seeing my in-laws, I was not looking forward to bedtime. Abby NEVER sleeps well at their house. Usually she and I are awake most of the night. I am ashamed to say that when we slept there at Thanksgiving it was such a rough night that I broke down and cried, begging my child to please, PLEASE go to sleep. I think my husband thought that I’d lost it.
When I lay her little snoring form in the Pack and Play and covered her with a blanket to stay warm in the chilly basement she instantly sprung awake and shouted, “Momma!” No matter what I tried, she would not lay back down, instead she clung to me, arms locked around my neck with tears streaming down her face as if she were going to fall down a steep cliff and I was her only hope to be pulled out alive. I finally gave in and let her lay next to me, although it took another five minutes to get her to calm down and quit crying. She drifted off to sleep and I lay cuddling her close, marveling at how wonderful she felt in my arms and how delicious the sweet smell of her mixed with the honey scent of her Burts Bees body wash and the apple scent of her hair detangler was. We slept peacefully until my husband came to bed.
At that time she awoke and wanted milk. After she started to snore I placed her between my husband and I and fell asleep again. My slumber was not uninterrupted for long.
Abby began to roll around in her sleep. She flung her arms around, several times hitting my husband in his face. She slept with her feet in the air. She slept with her butt in the air. She inched forward and somehow pushed both my pillows on the floor between the bed and the wall. I put my arm up and around her so that she wouldn’t keep inching forward and also fall off of the bed. This made my already sensitive shoulder have a muscle spasm and freeze in place. Ouch. Later she wiggled around and, still asleep, ended up with her feet in my face. I picked her up and placed her back on her pillow, when she rolled over to where I had been laying. I tried to push her over and lay back in my spot, but I was stuck closer to the edge of the double bed.
Now this double bed has seen better days and is slightly dome-shaped. I never realized how dome-shaped until I was laying and trying to figure out a position where I wasn’t laying on my left shoulder, wasn’t squishing the kid, and wasn’t going to roll off the bed. I eventually settled for placing my right arm under my butt. It wasn’t comfortable but I finally felt like I wasn’t going to end up on the carpet.
This whole time Abby had continued her acrobatic sleep. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see her doing a handstand.
My poor husband woke each time she moved, each time she would snore or whimper, each time she would fling a body part against him. I know he had to have slept horribly. I managed to sleep some, but I had incredibly strange dreams about trying to save little children around town from a demonic entity appearing in the form of a child after some horrible apocalyptic event. Yeah, I have weird dreams.
After Abby wanted milk about 5:45 a.m. I tried to lay her back in the Pack and Play but she wouldn’t have that. Dad picked her up and took her upstairs at 6:00 a.m. Grandma and Grandpa were awake and stirring by this time, I’m sure, with help from the screams from my kid who didn’t want to sleep alone. I slept for another hour and then joined the rest of the family. It was nice to get a little sleep in the middle of the bed.
What a night. I am so looking forward to getting back home and telling my bed how much I missed it tonight.