A five AM wake up call occurred Saturday and Sunday morning this weekend on our trip to Des Moines for a wedding. Our tiny tot, Parker, usually goes to sleep easily and sleeps in late in the comfort of her own crib. When she sees us sleeping in the same room, as we did in the hotel, it’s game on for partying late into the night and a restless nights’ sleep.
Two mornings in a row her wake up call started with a slow whine, and while both of us likely heard it from the beginning neither of us stirred. Rolling over, talking to her or even taking a deep breath might indicate readiness to get up with her… Instead I prayed silently she would nod back off to sleep. The intermittent whining begins to lengthen and get louder, soon Parker is rubbing her legs back and forth against the pack and play out of boredom. She begins rolling around and finally sits up, I don’t open my eyes and hold my position as asleep.
Her whimpering language is not one of being scared, needing to be changed or sad. She very clearly was crying “I’m awake and I see you there in bed and want to be there too.”
Hats off to parents who prefer co-sleeping, it’s painfully difficult for me to sleep in bed with my toddler. Parker wiggles, squirms and most often ends up asleep sideways in bed between me and my husband. So at 5AM evaluating the situation in a half sleeping state, I understand picking her up and letting her come into bed will only reinforce her waking up and getting into bed with us at every opportunity we are sleeping in the same room. My husband and I alternate begging her to lay down and go back to sleep. I wondered if she would wake up the rest of the 24th floor hotel patrons before she would give up and go back to sleep.
Knowing the stubborn streak of genes she inherited, “giving up” is not in this girl’s capabilities. Reluctantly, I gave in and put her in bed Saturday morning, Sunday morning my husband was the first to give in. Our silence encouraged her to remain silent from this point forward, although she tried her hardest to wake us up to play. She climbed on top, put her nose to my nose, jumped between us and playfully fell into the pillows. I quietly let her know she would have to lay down or go back to her own bed. Her under two-year old mind understood her choices and she lay her head on my pillow, then on my arm, then on my stomach, then on her daddy – tossing and turning for over an hour until she finally fell back into much needed slumber.
The second morning was the same as the first, with one hilarious outtake which made it all worth bringing Parker to bed. Somewhere between 5AM and 6:30AM my husband and I lay facing each other with Parker between us. I watched her roll from my arms to position herself leaning against her daddy with her back side parallel with his stomach. Almost immediately when she gets herself to this position she begins passing gas, the kind of toot which gets drawn out into a row of highly audible puffs. And when she is done with this manuever she just as quickly rolled out of the position. It was as if she had plotted this prank on her daddy, and the hilarity of the situation is it is exactly the kind of prank her daddy would think is funny. Sleep deprived and slightly delirious the laughter erupted from me despite knowing I shouldn’t encourage my baby intentionally farting on people. It made me chuckle the whole ride back to Kansas City Sunday afternoon and still now thinking about it I can’t help to giggle.