This is the aftermath from last night.
It went pretty much the same as the terrible night before. Except we were lucky enough to have it start at 12:30am this time. I usually don't get to bed until after 11 and it takes me FOREVER to fall asleep. So at 12:30 I was finally getting my doze on. Then I hear the pitter patter of little feet (I thought that was supposed to be a good thing! No one warned me that the pitter patter meant I was being woken up!).
Now, once again, Carter is between us, feet firmly planted in my spine (if I was to flip over the other way they are in a much worse place that frequently gets elbowed or punched, etc.). And, like the night before he starts tossing and turning. Vowing not to let him win, I patted and rubbed his back and patted some more. All until about 3:45am. He won.
So, since I was up and was defeated, I took him back to his bed. I sat on the floor by it, and he lay in his bed. He would look up every few minutes to see if I was there. "Go back to sleepies, Carter." And he would lay down for a few more minutes. Slowly, I noticed that he was getting more and more tired. Then at 4:33 (halelujah!) He fell asleep. I told myself I would wait until 4:40 then go back to bed. I waited until 4:43.
Did you know the birds start singing at 4:51?