No Good Deed…

January 21, 2013

Yesterday morning Sam left for Georgia. It was hard on us all. Especially Bella, his little buddy. We came home and I was sick, probably sicker than I’d been yet this pregnancy, and just needed to sleep and have some quiet.

With a 3 year old.

After a struggle all evening to get her to settle down and relax with me, she had a giant meltdown before bed. I was exhausted and told her, “Do you want to sleep in Mama and Daddy’s big bed? With just Mama?” This made her squeal and we had a talk about rules (going to sleep, no playing, etc). I figured I’d go to sleep right after her and with it already being so late she’d pass right out.

This is how it went.

9:30pm. I’m reading on my phone next to her. “Mama?” she whispers.

“What Bella?”

“I barted.” (farted)

No response. She repeats it louder. “Bella,” I say sternly, “it is time for sleeping. Lay down.”

“But I wanna talk!”

I sigh. She pressed her face into mine and whispers, “I wanna talk Mama.”

“Lay down.”

Screams in despair at not being able to talk. Thrashing in the bed. Covers off.

“BELLA. IT IS TIME TO GO TO SLEEP.” Cries. “Do you need to go back to your own bed?”

“No Mama, I stop.”

Silence. For a minute I think she’s out, then a cat jumps on the bed and meows. Her head pops up. “KITTY!”

I hiss it off and cover her back up. “Where kitty go?”

“He jumped off – go to sleep.”

“I wanna talk!”

I don’t understand this. I ignore her in hopes she’ll just roll over and sleep. More thrashing. “Where is yellow kitty?”

I dig it out among the 19 billion animals she has in bed with us and cover her again. Silence.

“What’s that noise?”

There is no noise. At this point I am very aware I should just put her back in her own bed for both our sakes, but I’m still dreaming of her snuggled up next to me as we sleep. So I hold out, and turn off my phone to see if she goes to sleep. She does. And then every hour wakes up and grabs her water bottle like she’s been in the Sahara and guzzles it down, ending with a huge, “AAAAHHHH.” Covers off. On. Up. Down. Blankets rearranged. Something smells. Something is on the floor. Something is poking her.

I wake up at 2am to find her snuggled up in the crook of my arm with her arms thrown around me. I lay there and soak it in, her still bits of baby that are left and the way she wants to be next to me. I fall asleep and wake up at 3am to yellow kitty creeping up my face as she giggles.

I take her things and put her in her bed, climb back into mine, realize she left her other kitty, go back, cover her up again, and pass out.

At 7:30 there is a little face peeking over the side of my bed. I look at her groggily with one eye open.

“Mama?” she says. I grunt.

“I tired.”

No kidding.



  • Joy

    January 22, 2013 at 11:37 pm

    I know you are tired and that was so miserable for you – but I laughed reading the entire post. I have a 3-year-old daughter. I know what you are speaking of!!! She takes naps with me often and sneaks into my room to snuggle in the crook of my arm almost every night/morning (don’t know exactly when as it’s always dark, LOL). But a cat will jump up and she pops up to check them out or click her tongue at them, she’ll get up and down from the bed, etc.

    I so know how you feel (and I only laugh because this time it wasn’t me – more of a laughing because I have been there). I’m pregnant as well and I’m just tired. All the time. And when I want to rest my eyes I cannot unless I want the house to burn down around me or unless my toddler son is confined to his crib and my 3-year-old daughter is either (trying) to nap with me or napping/resting in her room. she’s kind of been boycotting naps so I’ve been letting her just have quiet rest time instead. She’s so exhausted by bedtime that she usually goes to bed happily (a few nights she gets scared or fights it but we get through it).

  • erica @ expatria, baby

    January 22, 2013 at 6:14 am

    Oh, hai! Were you reading my mind, because that’s EXATLY what my last night looked like. Okay, that’s exactly what my every night looks like. Oy. It’s the worst. Okay, not really the worst, but highly crazy-making, nonetheless, Courage, mama.

  • Ruby

    January 21, 2013 at 12:21 pm

    Haha oh this is what happens with us as well… it only works when they are very, very sick & sleepy. And even then… Aww the cuddles are the best though, aren’t they?

  • Carrie

    January 21, 2013 at 11:47 am

    LOL!! Wow can I relate to this.

  • Nicole Atzen

    January 21, 2013 at 11:33 am

    ohh my thats just hilarious!!! snds just like my 3yr old daughter Bella!!!

  • Leslie

    January 21, 2013 at 11:31 am

    It seems like every few weeks I’ll think that I miss having Anna in our bed with us, and all it takes is one horrible night (pretty much how you described yours!) and I remember why I’m so happy she’s back in her own bed. There have been so many afternoon, especially when I was pregnant, when all I wanted was for her to snuggle up to me and take a nap and it could never happen. Hope you both get some rest!!

  • Amy

    January 21, 2013 at 11:11 am

    “Barted” That is awesome! I feel like I never get baby snuggles anymore. ::sigh:: I probably won’t co-sleep anytime soon, though.

  • Gretchen

    January 21, 2013 at 10:45 am

    My 4 1/2 year old pops into my bed almost nightly lately. She says she is scared of something. I put her back in bed last night, then not sure how she got back in mine. It’s just become me throwing her up between hubby and I and not even flinching! Hope y’all both get some rest today!

  • Tonya

    January 21, 2013 at 10:37 am

    LOL I could have written this post. So funny. This happens about 2 or 3 times a week at my house 🙂

  • Sol

    January 21, 2013 at 9:25 am

    Oh Bella! LOL Hope you can get some rest today.

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