Nathaniel has entered this phase as of late, where he doesn't want to take a nap, no matter how tired, or cranky he may be. You can imagine how frustrating this could be to a new mother. All that's going through my head while we fight is, "please go to sleep son! You need a nap, because you are tired, and this is going to help you feel better. I only want what's best for you I promise!" What's going through his head? Well, who knows, but what it seems like he's thinking is, "no! Must. Not. Give. In. I cannot fall asleep. I will miss something! There is so much to do, learn about and explore! I cannot miss a SINGLE moment! I won't go to sleep! I WON'T!!!"
Ouef. There I was again, earlier today, having fed my son, wrapped him in his favorite blankie, and given him his pacifier, and he STILL wasn't going to sleep. I was done. At my wits end. Not sure what to do anymore, I took him upstairs and put him in his bed, to see if he would just pass out on his own, and to give myself a break. (All momma's need a break at some point during the day). My plan failed. He still wasn't asleep. I went upstairs, after taking a few deep breaths, and decided to re-wrap him in his blanket and let him fight/cry it out. Well, this time, it worked. After a few minutes of squirming, he was out! O-U-T out! Finally!
You would think I would be relieved right? Yes and no. Yes because Nathaniel was finally asleep, and I had some time to myself, but no because despite all my efforts, snuggling with him, feeding his bottle, wrapping him up, and giving him the pacifier, he still fell asleep without my help. Grrr... After HOURS (I'm not even joking) of fighting with him, he fell asleep of his own accord, making me feel completely useless. Needless to say, not my favorite day in the land of Mommahood.
Well played, Nathan. Well played, indeed. Until the next naptime my son. You are a worthy opponent.
