We didn’t plan a “big” camping trip this summer. But with a nice back yard we could still have a stay at home camp out.
A few weekends ago Jonathan and the girls pitched our tent for a night out under the stars. We went all out and cooked dinner over a charcoal fire and had s’mores for dessert.
I wouldn’t have minded joining everyone in the tent that night, but we figured Levi would be better off inside. I was looking forward to a quiet evening of school planning, snacking, and watching a little Netflix. The icing on my cake? Sleeping in the middle of the bed all by myself.
I need to learn that things often don’t go as “planned”.
Things started out amazingly, giving me a false sense that this would be one of Levi’s best nights in his short 7+ months of life. He fell asleep on his own. He didn’t cry at all. He just “talked” himself to sleep. It was awesome!
Well, he woke up maybe an hour and a half later. No biggie. I’ll just feed him and put him back down. Wait, why isn’t he sleeping? Oh, I see why he didn’t cry when I put him down for the night. He had a nice bowel movement before falling to sleep. I’ll just change him, feed him, and put him back down. He slept for an hour before waking again. Between the hours of 1:00 AM and 5:15 AM he had a 30 minute and 15 minute cat nap. At least I got to nearly finish watching Breaking Bad on Netflix.
In the meantime, I could hear some rustling in the tent outside my bedroom window. Jonathan emerged with Lily. She wanted to sleep in her bed. She quickly changed her mind though once she saw what I was dealing with inside. She wanted to go back to the tent.
I finally got Levi back down at 5:15 and he slept for another hour (just an hour?!?!?). I got him back to sleep and we woke up right before 8. How do I know all this by the way? There’s an app for that.
It was a horribly long night for me, but the girls were happy to spend the night with their Dad in their tent ( both Abigail and Sarah slept through the night). So if I had to do it all over again I would (maybe?).