So this has been the fourth night in a row that I have fallen asleep with Mr. Personality when putting him to bed. His bed is just so comfy and it is so dark so early now that it is just the easiest thing in the world to close my eyes. Add to that the white noise machine and you have a recipe for slumber for someone whose hormone treatments are apparently not working yet. The next thing I know, it is half an hour later and my inner clock has been totally messed up.
Putting him to bed is my last "issue" other than toilet training. He just does not like falling asleep alone. When he does fall asleep, you are able to leave. So it isn't like I am sitting there all night with him, or else I would never have time to write this blog. He doesn't have to be held or massaged, he just likes knowing that someone is there. He digs his little feet into you or spoons up against you, I have to say it is rather heavenly. Lately he has been very afraid of the dark, so now is probably not the right time to push. A nightlight actually makes it worse because then he sees weird shadows that freak him out. Total darkness is working fairly well.
I am defensive about this issue with my family because they see it as a weakness on our part. Well, I should say my part because Hubba-hubba thinks we should stop this in its tracks.
But I actually have to say that I enjoy the entire bedtime ritual, right down to turning off the lights and snuggling with him under the covers until he stops fidgeting and his breathing evens out. Nothing is cuter than a sleeping child. Seriously. To my mind, he is only going to tolerate me there for so long, and probably sooner than I would like, he will be kicking me out.
I am fully intend to enjoy it while it lasts.