Here's another NYE shot. Mean we are. |
The funniest
part is that we tried everything on earth to wake her up for the big countdown.
Three noisemakers – and those suckers are loud! – were going off in unison
inches from her head. I propped her up and stuck a glass of sparkling cider in
her hand. And just like Weekend at Bernie’s, she made like a sack of potatoes
and fell limply back onto the couch. So we did like all giddy party revelers
and covered her body in party hats, blankets and dogs, and then laughed and
took pictures. We weren’t drinking, we were just being mean.
Friend's kids could hang. Not Chris. |
You might
think Chris had simply worn herself out from trying out her Wii dance moves
earlier in the evening, or took a nosedive from her candy sugar high. But the
truth is it’s not all that uncommon for her to sleep so hard that a bomb could
go off and she would wake up hours later asking why the world was littered with
debris. Many a time I have been startled from my own sleep by a shaking thud
that left Chris sprawled on the floor unaware that she’s fallen out of bed.
Fortunately
in the early days Chris was an excellent sleepy baby. Now that more than six
years have passed it’s beginning to get a little fuzzy. But I distinctly
remember calling someone – possibly my sister the nurse – asking if it was
normal for a newborn to sleep through the night and being yelled at to never
wake a sleeping baby. Once I got over my own claustrophobic fears and realized
babies really do like to be swaddled, we rarely had a lick of trouble getting
Chris to sleep.
For years I
felt pretty smug when I heard new mothers complain about colicky babies who
didn’t allow them to sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Then my own
reality sunk in and I had to figure out how to wake my daughter up for school. I
fear that when the teenage years hit I will have to invest in a spray bottle of
ice water since air horn alarm clocks apparently won’t work.
It’s
baffling to me that someone could sleep that hard and not be comatose or faking
it. I’m exactly the opposite in dreamland and generally wake up at the
slightest sound. I have been known to wake up in an almost instant upright
position, often standing on the bed with my heart racing and wondering where
the whisper of sound is coming from.
Even playtime can't be enjoyed when you're tired. |
With Chris,
we must have taken the baby books a little too much to heart. You know, the
ones that suggest you don’t tiptoe around your child but make everyday normal
sounds and they will learn to sleep through most anything. I can attest it
really does work. But the major problem with it is that when you need then to
wake up because you’re running late for work, you have to move heaven and earth
to do so.
And when
you don’t want them to wake up, say on a weekend that you could sleep in, that’s
usually when it does happen.
A couple of
years ago our air conditioner was on the fritz and we had to spend a sweltering
night until the repairmen could fit us in to their busy Arizona
schedule. So as not to bake, Chris and I spent the night downstairs barely clothed
on the couches.
Halfway
through the night, I woke up to the sound of the back door creak-creak-creaking
open. Convinced someone was trying to steal my third-hand coffee tables, I immediately
sprung into action. So there I was, standing on the couch with hands in
karate-chop position, kicking wildly and using all the best moves I remembered
from my cardio-kickboxing exercise videos. It was then that my big toe
connected with a puffy blond curl and I realized Chris was the one opening the
back door.
Sweet sleepy baby. |
“What are
you doing! Are you crazy?” I screeched, making sure any robbers or rapists
standing outside would be afraid of the banshee jumping on the couch.
Contritely
she closed the door, so mature as she turned the deadbolt, and returned to the
couch. She laid back down and said, “I just wanted to see if it was still dark
outside.”
You can
guess what happened next.
She promptly fell into a deep sleep
from which I did everything possible to wake her up to leave for daycare the
next morning. Finally I had to promise donuts, which is my go-to move that
works the best.
So now, in preparation of the high
school sleeping years, I’m buying stock in Krispy Kremes. My advice to you is
that you do the same.
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