6:45 pm - Silas falls asleep with practically no coaxing or tears.
7:15 pm - Asher finishes his bedtime routine and goes to bed with practically no requests for extra books or special treats.
7:16 pm - I say to Brian, "That was too easy."
9:00 pm - I finish what I needed to do for the evening (householdy things) and sit down with my book. Brian settles in, too.
9:10 pm - Asher starts talking. I go to him, tell him it's bedtime, close his door.
9:15 pm - I doze off.
9:16 pm - Asher begins calling, "Mama! I NEEEEED you!"
9:30 pm - I give him some Motrin (he's still recovering from the bronchitis/ ear infections/ sinus infection/ croup crud, so maybe that's why he's having trouble sleeping). Put him back to bed.
10:05 pm - I doze off again.
10:06 pm - "Mama! I NEEEED YOU!"
10:20 - I relent. "Asher, what do you need?" No response. I put him in cooler pajamas. Maybe he's hot.
Now I'm awake. I watch a little tv, read a few blogs, settle back down.
11:00 - I doze off.
11:20 - "Mama! I NEEEEED YOU!"
I'm not going back in there. He doesn't need anything. So he continues to call. Not crying, just yelling for me.
11:35 - I relent. "Asher, it's night-night time. Lie down. Go to sleep."
It gets quiet.
12:05 am - I doze off.
1:15 am - "Mama? Where'd Mama go? Mama, I NEEED YOU!"
I stare at the ceiling and wait.
1:30 am - Brian says, "Maybe we should just go through the whole bedtime routine again." It's as good idea as any. We get Asher out of bed, give him a small snack, cuddle, tell stories, watch the theme song to West Wing. Tuck him in.
1:45 am - Quiet. Brian says, "Maybe now you can sleep."
3:15 am - Silas starts to cry. Then cough. Then cry. I get up, feed him, fall asleep with him on the couch.
4:45 am - I put Silas back in his bed. He is sound asleep.
I think, both kids have been awake tonight, both will sleep until at least 7. I'm going back to bed.
5:30 am - I realize that I'm not just dreaming, Silas really is crying. And crying and crying and crying. I get him up, he keeps crying. Cough, then cry. I rock him, I walk him around, I turn on the light, I sit him up. Still crying. Maybe if I give him a snack, I think, it will help him settle down enough to sleep.
5:45 am - I make a 4 oz bottle, change his diaper, feed him. He's congested, but I don't want the fight of cleaning his nose (or to wake him up by using the little bulb, because that would definitely wake me up).
6:00 am - He finishes his bottle. Mostly asleep, he starts to cry. Then gag. Then throw up the entire bottle on both of us - down my shirt, in my hair, on two quilts, all over himself. We both needed a bath when it was over.
That's how my day started. It can only get better from here.