Let’s rewind a bit. Benjamin used to sleep until 7am – and before that, he slept until 9. He’s recently been waking up at the ungodly hours between 4 and 5am.
To be fair, our morning routine has been the same, regardless of how late he slept, but with the recent early wakenings, our morning routine is even more important. For my sanity, that is.
When Benjamin wakes up, I stagger over to his crib, silently pick him up, hug him, and stagger back to bed. He then nurses for awhile, probably 30 minutes to an hour, while I drift in and out of sleep. On a rare occasion, he falls asleep in bed, at which point I move him to his own space in the middle of the bed, roll over, and get some zzzs myself. Usually though, he slowly becomes alert while nursing, and when he’s done, he’s babbling and climbing all over the place.
And then? I pick him up, bring him back to his crib (a few feet away from my bed), put the TV on the Sprout channel, and I go back to sleep. For as long as he allows. On a good day, I can score an hour and a half of extra sleep.
Stop judging. I know you’re judging. Believe me, I even judge myself on this one. She lets her kid watch TV in the crib for an hour and a half while her lazy ass sleeps?
Yes. Yes, I do.
I justify it with a million things, one being the fact that Benjamin still doesn’t reliably sleep through the night, so it’s not like I’m a normal toddler mom who gets a solid night’s sleep every night.
This scenario bit me in the butt yesterday morning. I happily dozed away while Benjamin chatted to himself in the background, from his crib. Eventually, he was ready for me to get up, so I sat up, rubbed my eyes, put on my glasses, and made my way to the crib.
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Bare legs. Pajama pants on the floor. Diaper on the floor. This has never happened before.
I immediately started looking for poop and thought, “Dear God, please oh please, let there be no poop!” My eyes frantically scoured the pile of blankets for remnants of poop. I shook out all the blankets, and no poop fell out. But I could smell it.
Win of the day? Benjamin took off his poopy diaper and threw it on the floor, where it landed face up, and contained everything. SCORE! I mean, it hardly gets luckier than that. This could have been an epic disaster. Save for a little pee on the blankets, we were saved from a sh**tastrophe. Hallelujah!
In short, sleeping in got the best of me. Had I been actually awake and playing with my child, we wouldn’t have had this near miss. Will I continue our morning routine? Absolutely. Unless this becomes a recurring problem (knocks on wood), we’ll keep rolling with it. Let’s all collectively cross our fingers that this was a one-time issue.
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