"Hold Still, He Might Not See Us!"

Where we live, we have three bedrooms: mine and Alex's, Mya's, and Max's. Each child has had their own room up to this point, but with the impending arrival of a third child, Alex and I have decided to have Mya and Max share a room, and we'll give the baby his own room (at least for a little while). In preparation for this transition, we purchased a set of bunk beds for Mya and Max. Max is still enjoying his crib, but these last couple days we have started to have Mya sleep in his room, on the bottom bunk, to get her ready to move in there all the way. A couple nights ago was an interesting night when it came to this project...

For some reason, Max was having a particularly rough time settling down and going to sleep. Mya, on the other hand, was dead tired and very much ready to sleep. Because of Max's fussing though, she was unable to get there... Now what you need to know about Max is that if he fusses or cries when he's trying to go to sleep, it actually makes it considerably worse to go into his room--to try to hold him, rock him, etc. He does not fall asleep in our arms, and he will only cry harder when you leave. Anyway, he started crying, which made Mya cry because she was so tired. When one cried, the other stopped, and it went back and forth a couple times.

Finally, when we thought it was quiet and we went back to check on them, sweet Mya was laying in bed, whimpering, saying "it's okay Max, it's okay." Needless to say, this kind of broke mine and Alex's hearts!! So even though I knew it would potentially upset Max further, I went in to lay down with Mya.

While laying down next to her in her bed, Mya sat up at one point, which caused Max to stand up in his crib and look at her in hopes of getting to play. My response: "lay down. If we hold still, maybe he won't see us!" Yes, my friends, for a moment I thought that maybe my son was a T-Rex. Well, even though he isn't a T-Rex and has excellent eye sight for things both still and moving, he eventually got the clue that he was being ignored. Mya fell asleep quickly after that. And I laid next to her, with a very full bladder and a tiny baby inside me kicking that very full bladder, while Max continued to run laps in his crib, babble, knock on the wall next to him, and giggle. What a spaz.

Eventually, I couldn't hold the pee any more and I knew I had to leave the room, creating the risk of Max watching me leave, starting to cry, and waking up Mya. The bad news, he did in fact cry briefly (albeit LOUDLY) when I left the room. The great news, Mya is a VERY deep sleeper and slept through his wailing just fine.

This will continue to be interesting, I'm afraid.