I’m praying for cake. That’s the last thing I said to my husband before we fell asleep the other night. Let me back up so this will make a little more sense. You see, Cole has never been a good sleeper. Since he was born almost three years ago I’ve read just about every sleep-solution book out there. I’m embarrassed to admit that in my sleep-deprived state my mind tends to wander and come up with strange reasons for why Cole doesn’t sleep well. In fact, I’m 99% sure that “maybe the neurons are misfiring in his brain” came out of my mouth the other day. What does that even mean?! After all my research and attempts to implement some of these “solutions,” I’ve come to the following conclusion. There are kids that are born good sleepers… and then there are kids that are born to drive their parents into a permanent state of exhaustion.
I’ve heard it all.
“My baby started sleeping through the night at 5 weeks old.”
“The fireworks didn’t bother my little one at all!”
“Poor thing woke up with a fever, but fell right back to sleep after some Tylenol”
“Teething is horrible… she woke up once a night for three days straight!”
“A Monster truck ran right into our house and he didn’t even flinch!”
Okay…I made that last one up, but you get my point. Please don’t be offended by my tone if you are one of the lucky ones to have a good sleeper. Really, I’m just jealous. Cole goes through phases of sleeping through the night, and other phases of waking up 2-3 times a night. It’s during one of the latter phases that I started praying for cake. Sometimes parents do desperate things to coax their children to do what they want them to do. The other night I bribed my kid with cake. Yep, that got his attention! I told him that if he slept well and didn’t whine in his bed all. night. long. that we would go to the store the next day and he could pick out any cake he wanted. His response:
“With candles and singing the happy birthday song?”
“Absolutely,” I replied.
…He woke up at 1:30 and cried for an hour that night.
But! I did feel a glimmer of hope the next morning when Cole apologized for whining and waking me up. So we tried it again the following night and he slept from 8:30 – 6:30! When I opened the door to his room to give him high-fives and kisses he smiled up at me and asked when we could go buy the cake.
I love my nocturnal little man…I mean, how proud does he look with his cake?
Well, done, me. Well done 🙂 If anyone has good tips (other than cake bribery), please share!