Forgive me for quoting Billy Joel songs, but what can I do, I am a product of the 1980s.
This sleeping thing, it must change (for one thing it’s making me talk like yer man, Yoda).Â I read Minksâ€™s thoughts on this the other day and I see what she means.Â It wonâ€™t be forever but, God, sometimes, it feels like forever.Â A typical evening proceeds as follows:
8.30 – 3 children in bed, howling has subsided maybe even stopped.
Between 10.00 and 11.00 â€“ We retire to bed.
Around midnight â€“ Daniel starts flopping around in his cot like a landed fish.Â For about 5 minutes our dreams are filled with knocks on doors, stamping feet etc.
Five minutes later â€“ Daniel starts to bellow, unimpressed by the slow response to the landed fish act.Â He is soothed back to sleep by whichever tired parent is on duty.
As Daniel is being put back in his cot â€“ Michael wakes.
15-30Â minutes later – all is well and exhausted parent retires to own bed
About 4.00 am â€“ Some baby wakes up.Â Parent far too exhausted to remember which one by morning.Â Parent falls asleep with contented baby in arms.
About 5.00 am â€“ The other baby wakes up.Â Parent places first baby in cot and takes up howling baby begging it not to wake first baby.Â Parent falls asleep with different contented baby in arms.
About 6.00-6.30 am â€“ Parent wakes up with a jerk and replaces sleeping baby in cot. Â Other baby wakes.Â Parent crawls back to bed and prods other parent out to tend howling infant and face the day.
And this is a good night because, youâ€™ll notice, her highness didnâ€™t wake up at all.
To summarise â€œthey ruled the night and the night seemed to last as long as six weeksâ€