We tried having her sleep in Ellie's bed, but she wouldn't stay put. We tried having her sleep with Ethan...
(E and T asleep in the cupboard under the bed)
It worked for a while, but Ethan got tired of her wiggly little legs. I understood. It was the reason she had been banished from our bed.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
We tried nice stories about the dark, flashlights, letting her sleep on our bedroom floor, the works. I began having fantasies about slipping her some benadryl. We were at whit's end.
And I was exhausted.
I decided that I needed to see if maybe, perhaps, she had a choice in all this, or if it was completely beyond her control. Was she just in the habit of waking? Was there something physical that perhaps needed a look-see from a doctor?
I found a carrot. "Forbidden fruit" at our house.
"If you stay in bed all night tonight, tomorrow you can have gum."
"Really? For me? A gum!?"
That night, she stayed in bed all night, accept for one potty-run.
Night two was dreadful. Up 4 times, and my insomnia was in full party mode in between. Over the next week she got sick with croup again, so that was a wash. She spent several nights in bed with me, gasping and coughing through the night, waking constantly in tears. I lay awake and listened to her breathe.
Finally healthy and well, we tried again. With gum.
For the last week, Tessa has earned a piece of gum almost every night. She doesn't even fuss after our little 3AM potty-run when I send her off to bed. "Night, mama" she croons as she toddles off into the dark hall and puts herself back to bed.
I on the other hand, am stuck... I have taken to praying at night as I lay awake in bed for hours. I pray for my pregnant friend's tricky cervix, for my son's science fair eggs (please hatch!), for friends, neighbors, homeless folks I have seen, ...our plumbing. I figure when He gets worn out from hearing me, he will knock me out. I pray for that, too.
So far, it ain't happenin'.