The Boy who hated Bedtime
This is a story about a little boy who ever since he was old enough to be aware of the fact that there was such a thing as ‘bedtime’ has abhorred it. When he was 13 months old the neighbours called the police on us to come and check the child for signs of abuse as he had screamed so much. It was only for 10 minutes mind, but it was enough to warrant the call, even if I did think it was extreme and was completely horrified, especially as they only responded and searched our home 2 hours later when we were all in bed. Yak! Bad memories.
We have tried various different techniques with our little one and we had got to the stage where if he screamed for less than 10 minutes and then trotted himself back off to bed this was a succesful evening. We had lowered our expectations a lot as you can see. This year, if you follow my blog you may have seen that we’ve started a new routine, I decided that it was unfair on Daddy to be always doing the bedtime routine after he’d finished work. I’d been justifying it by knowing that it was the time he got to see the babies but Judah’s bedtime was sometimes taking 2 hours because James was trying to avoid Judah’s screaming.
I decided to step up and take matters into my own hands. I won’t bore with you talking about it all as it’s all on my previous blog post. Tonight though dum dum DA!! We read our stories, sang our songs, I prayed for him and teddy, and then he waved me out the room and said ‘see you in the morning.’ Wow, I couldn’t believe it. I turned the light out, and expected him to do his usual jump out of his bed and come to the safety gate and scream in horror and disbelief that I had the audacity to put him to bed, even though this has been happening every night for well over a year…. I am still in shock that he just stayed there and cuddled his teddy bear. The girls are here and were making a racket quickly tidying their room before I went up to read them a story, their room is above Judah’s (it’s a three storey house) and they were so noisy, but he still just settled into bed.
We were just getting to the point of debating moving Eden into his bedroom, as he seemed to be scared of the dark, having nightmares (he has a vivid imagination and loves watching programmes about monsters and dragons), and I was feeling guilty that the girls were sharing a room and Judah was sad EVERY night because he hated his bedroom so much. Thank goodness he has now broken that pattern. Even if tonight’s experience NEVER happens again I will always treasure the evening that he waved me off and said ‘see you in the morning’.
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Long may this continue, and the boy who hated bedtime may now be the boy who enjoys his sleep like all the rest of his family. I hope and pray he will always rest peacefully and have lovely dreams.