Enforced Sleep Supervision

To begin with, I would like to thank all of my helpful readers who sent in suggestions after yesterday’s post on how to get my two-year-old son to stay in his bed and go to sleep.  I tried many of them, and finally arrived at my own solution.  Enforced sleep supervision.

The first advice that I took was to not give him a nap and let him run around and ride his bike for several hours in the afternoon.  This had the effect of making him completely miserable to deal with, but I suppose when your choice is a terrible afternoon versus a terrible evening, you go with sending them to Grandma’s.  Sadly, this option was not available to us, so we struggled through bedtime routines with a very tired boy on our hands.

Once he was in the bed, we took the suggestion that was given to us of having me pre-record bedtime stories and having them play after we had left the room as a sort of transition time into sleeping.  Luckily I had already pre-recorded some stories for my daughter a few years ago when I was going to be away at a gig for a long time and didn’t want her to miss me at bedtime.  Unluckily, we discovered that the CD player in their room is broken, so that didn’t actually work out.  We did manage to get the iPod set up with some speakers playing some relaxing lullabies for them to fall asleep to, and snuck downstairs hoping that all of these things together would have the desired, somnolent effect.

About 30 seconds after we came downstairs we heard screaming coming from the bedroom, because instead of staying in his bed, Edward had decided to climb into his sister’s loft bed instead.  We put him back into his bed about 3 more times before I had finally had enough.  I mean really enough.  I didn’t care what happened at that point, other than that boy was going to stay in his bed and go to sleep.  So I tucked him in, said goodnight, sat down at the end of his bed, and sat there.

He looked at me kind of suspiciously, and after about a minute he started to sit up, but I gave him “the look,” and he quickly laid back down again.  With nothing to do and nowhere to go, what other choice did he have?  I estimate that I was sitting there staring at the wall for about eight total minutes before the snoring began.  He was sound asleep.  So I crept back down the stairs and had a happy, child-free evening with no further interruptions.  And there was much rejoicing.

Now, I know that this is not a long term solution.  I can’t sit at the end of his bed until he falls asleep every night.  Eventually he will have to learn to stay in his bed on his own.  But I’ll bet I can sit there for at least another year or two. 

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