It had been days since I had gotten a decent night’s sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I could not convince my son to sleep in his own bed at night. It was becoming my own personal nightmare. He was convinced that there were monsters living under his bed, waiting for the right moment to pull him under. I found myself trying everything I could think of to rid him of his fear, but nothing seemed to be working. We would investigate every square inch of will well lit room, using flashlights to check and double check the parts that remained dark, especially under the bed. I plugged in the $12 nightlight and made sure to supply him with his favorite blankie and a drawn out snuggle. It never worked. The minute the darkness took over the well-lit
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I was tirelessly rearranging his little feet so they were not squished into my face and constantly pushing his body off the top of mine. I quickly learned that this too was a losing battle and prepared myself for another sleepless night. The next morning, I was exhausted. The night before had been so stressful and unproductive that I was now even more determined to win the fight and take back what was rightfully mine. I drank coffee and pondered my next move: I needed advice. I couldn’t possibly think of anyone better to ask and immediately pulled out my phone. “Ok Google...” I exclaimed, “how to get my son to sleep in his own room.” Responses instantly filled the screen and I diligently started my research. I couldn’t wait to find the solution and felt reassured knowing that I was not the only one dealing with this problem. The research lasted for hours. These moms knew their stuff. I couldn’t lose this battle with their expertise at hand and knew that this attempt would be different from the rest. It was now up to me to carry out the same duties millions of other mothers did and be strong. It was my turn to get my kid to sleep in his own …show more content…
I could fight his fear with fear, and become the “mom-ster” under the bed. My heart raced at the idea and I prepared myself to be “pulled” under the bed. “You should move over,” I told him, “so mommy’s foot isn’t hanging down by the monsters under the bed.” Once again, as if he were alone, he sat straight up and peered at me with a look of terror all over his little face. It was now or never. Before he even had a chance to move toward me for comfort, I slid myself off the bed, screaming, as if I were being pulled under by an unknown beast. Without skipping a beat, he lost it, jolting forward, screaming, crying and reaching out to save
I was tirelessly rearranging his little feet so they were not squished into my face and constantly pushing his body off the top of mine. I quickly learned that this too was a losing battle and prepared myself for another sleepless night. The next morning, I was exhausted. The night before had been so stressful and unproductive that I was now even more determined to win the fight and take back what was rightfully mine. I drank coffee and pondered my next move: I needed advice. I couldn’t possibly think of anyone better to ask and immediately pulled out my phone. “Ok Google...” I exclaimed, “how to get my son to sleep in his own room.” Responses instantly filled the screen and I diligently started my research. I couldn’t wait to find the solution and felt reassured knowing that I was not the only one dealing with this problem. The research lasted for hours. These moms knew their stuff. I couldn’t lose this battle with their expertise at hand and knew that this attempt would be different from the rest. It was now up to me to carry out the same duties millions of other mothers did and be strong. It was my turn to get my kid to sleep in his own …show more content…
I could fight his fear with fear, and become the “mom-ster” under the bed. My heart raced at the idea and I prepared myself to be “pulled” under the bed. “You should move over,” I told him, “so mommy’s foot isn’t hanging down by the monsters under the bed.” Once again, as if he were alone, he sat straight up and peered at me with a look of terror all over his little face. It was now or never. Before he even had a chance to move toward me for comfort, I slid myself off the bed, screaming, as if I were being pulled under by an unknown beast. Without skipping a beat, he lost it, jolting forward, screaming, crying and reaching out to save