I had a bad feeling about last night. I couldn't totally put my finger on it, but I think that parents develop a fine tuned sense of the home environment and the level at any given time of their child's volatility in an attempt toward self preservation. I just *knew* that following 2 good nights, Anne was going to give us trouble last night.
12:30 am: I am awakened by the sound of Anne howling.
I close my eyes and pray for it to stop.
It does. For about 3 minutes. Then it starts back up again.
I give it a little time to see if she'll put herself back to sleep and get up to investigate. A peek through her keyhole reveals that she is laying down. When that is the case, she often will go back to sleep on her own. I tiptoe back to bed.
1 am: I am awakened by the sound of Anne howling.
I resolve that I am going to have to stay up for a bit. I go in, pick her up, change her diaper, and rock her for a bit. After a solid 15 minutes of rocking, I can tell that she is nowhere near sleepy. I, on the other hand, have a bladder that is about to burst. I rock for a few more minutes, and attempt a desperate put-down.
As expected, it fails miserably.
Anne begins to scream. I know that I'm going to have to go back to her, but I simply *need* to use the restroom. I hurry about my business, and in the 20 seconds that I am in the bathroom, I hear that sickening sound.
Yep, Anne climbed out of her crib.
I run out of the bathroom and collide with Mike in the hallway. We rush into her room and find her waiting at the door, screaming, ducky blanket tucked under her arm. She's clearly unharmed, but seriously pissed off.
We try more rocking. I desperately take her down to the couch where we can at least lay down, but it gets bloody COLD down there at night and I am not happy. The instant she drifts off I carry her carefully upstairs, where she...
...wakes up and begins crying again.
I bring her into our bed. Several knees and elbows later, Mike offers to take her. He walks her to her room, holds her for approximately 3 minutes, and puts her down in her crib.
Yes, our daughter is a master manipulator. She *knows* that she can get away with heart tugging at Mommy that she can't with Daddy. Next thing you knew, she was sound asleep.