I used to love Rosalie’s nap time – she would reliably sleep for two or sometimes three hours, giving me plenty of time to do some housework, ‘real’ work or some blogging, and maybe even drink a hot cup of tea!
Some days I would long for nap time to come quicker because she was being particularly difficult, but most of the time it was just part of our routine – we would have a lovely morning together, eat lunch, then go up for some stories and I would settle her down for her nap. I relied on that little bit of down time to collect my thoughts, and emotionally recharge.
Rosalie turned two just before Christmas and around this time, I think probably because of all the excitement, she didn’t really have her afternoon nap. We coped because it was the holidays, there were lots of new toys to keep her amused and Daddy was around to help out and take some of the tiredness tantrum stress.
When January came and Jim went back to work I tried really hard to get Rosalie back into her old routine, and although it took a few days, we fell back into it and I breathed a huge sigh. I was not ready for her to drop the nap, although I knew it would surely happen before too long.
And now that time has come.
She has been fighting her nap for the past few months, but I’ve been desperately clinging to it, trying to call it ‘quiet time’ which in reality means she trashes her room, stuffs her teddies into the chest of drawers, then drags the boxes of baby clothes from the wardrobe and climbs inside the cupboard in their place.
So, you see, I have had a few weeks to prepare myself for this moment, getting my head around the idea of having no time to collect my scattered wits, but it’s frustrating because I know she would still benefit from a nap because she gets seriously crazy in the afternoons, and crashes out as soon as her head hits the pillow at bedtime, but you can’t force someone to sleep if they don’t want to.
I was really hoping we could drag ‘quiet time’ out for a few more months. Sadly this isn’t going to happen. We started potty training this week. It’s going really well. So well in fact that she doesn’t want to wear a nappy for nap time. The last two afternoons, after an hour of room trashing, I have gone up to find a naked little bottom bouncing around the bed! There haven’t been any accidents yet, but I’m not sure I want to risk it. And if she did happen to fall asleep with her nappy off, then that’s quite literally an accident waiting to happen.
So that’s it. The demise of the nap.
I can’t really complain, we’re lucky that she always sleeps through the night, and it means I get to spend lots of extra time with my baby girl.
Now when to fit in doing the housework?