Usually when I’m awakened in the middle of the night I am nice and polite. I understand that Tyler isn’t aware, and needs some understanding to sort it out. Last night was not like that.
The boys have really intense colds, making the whole breathing thing difficult. We’ve moved The Gator back into our room in the rock n play so we can keep his head elevated. It’s been a rough week.
1:30am, I’ve been asleep maybe an hour or so. Tyler sits up and turns the light on.
T: You need to go and sit with The Major.
M: No I don’t.
T: Yes I was reading a thing, if he’s having trouble breathing you need to watch him to make sure he keeps breathing.
(At this point in my sleep addled state I basically think he’s calling me a bad mom because I’m sleeping and not watching The Major’s breathing)
M: No. The Major is fine. You need sleep. Turn off your light now.
T: *keeps talking about something regarding The Major and breathing*
M: *using a Batman voice in my head, I don’t think it came out this way* Turn off your light now and stop talking to me.
(20 minutes later, The Gator starts to fuss, so I start nursing him. Tyler is still tossing and turning and asks if The Gator’s ok. I look at The Major on the video monitor, he’s completely uncovered and curled in a ball, trying to keep warm.)
M: The Major’s uncovered. Will you go cover him please?
T: Yup. I got him. *Tyler snuggles down and pulls the blanket tighter around himself*
M: I don’t believe you.
T: No, I’ll do it. Just a minute.
M: *cue audible Batman voice* Do it now!
Tyler comes back in after tucking The Major back in.
M: Sorry if that was rude.
T: Not at all. I probably wasn’t really gonna do it.
#SleepTalkAdventures 