(do you know that if you Google 'Abbas' you get very, very few hits on Jewish fathers?)
I never blogged how we made the transition from waking-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night to sleeping-through-the-night in the Big Girl Bed (TM).
That first night he was home after a few nights out, when she woke up in the middle of the night he went in. She asked for a song and he said (wait for it)...
WHAT a concept - it honestly had NOT occurred to me!
He told her that it was the middle of the night, not time for singing now, and he'd hug her and kiss her and sit with her for a few minutes, but she needed to go to sleep.
Mild kvetch, but... she listened. And went back to sleep. And didn't bother waking up the next night, or the next, or the next... YAY!
What is it about Abbadom which lends itself more to discipline?
What is it about Abbadom which is more susceptible to wound-around-pinky cute little girl guilt?
Item One: Last night her Highness had a bad dream or something.
Item Two: Abba left this morning for a 4 day trip up north.
Item Three: Abba went into her Highness's room, and committed the following cardinal sins...
a) acquiesced to her desire for a bawkle as a comfort mechanism (she NEVER gets a bawkle in the night)
b) took her with him to the kitchen to prepare said bawkle (she NEVER gets taken out of the room in the night, unless she's vomited all over herself, and usually not even then)
c) after administering said bawkle, turned down her request to go into the Mommyabbabed (whew!) but lay down with her in the Big Girl Bed until she fell asleep. Mayday! Mayday! We NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER do such a thing! It's evil! It's wrong! Millions of psychobabble baby sleep books will tell you so!
And indeed, he fell asleep there too, and around 5 AM (two hours later) I woke up again to hear her crying when she noticed him leaving.. but he did get 'away' easy just with singing.
Yoav, I say to him. What WERE you thinking?
He felt bad that he was leaving her for four days.
Oddly enough, TONIGHT she...
1) resisted going to sleep, period
2) resisted laying down
3) asked for Abba
4) asked for Abba
5) asked for a bawkle
6) asked me to sing only the "Abba loves me" song (a song wherein the lyrics run, "Abba loves Sarah Rochel, Abba loves Sarah Rochel (repeat)"). Over and over.
7) asked to sleep in the Abbabed.
I was finally inspired to get her as a special treat Abba's pillow to sleep with. That went over well, but I still had to sing the "Abba loves Sarah Rochel" over and OVER until she mamish passed out, not including the minutes she spent crying at her door after I left her the first time.
Ya know, I wouldn't have Abba be any other way. We miss him!
(Do you know our 9th anniversary is coming up?!)