She was safe, but I was scared.
Updated: Feb 13, 2019
When my oldest daughter was two, she used to get out of her room at night with her blanket and fall asleep under our dining table.
I went into our daughter’s room and she was not in her bed. I started calling for her, but I heard only silence. I checked all the doors and went to the basement. Still nothing.
I started listening to see if I could hear giggles thinking maybe she was hiding from me as a joke. Still nothing.
I started to lose it. I was running and yelling at the top of my lungs. I was searching behind and under everything.
I finally found her under our dining room table.
She was asleep with her blanket unbothered by my yelling. She was safe, but I was more scared than ever.
All I could think of was a fire. If I was confused with smoke everywhere and she left her room, I would not be able to find her. My husband was traveling Sunday night to Thursday night. It was up to me to save our two most important gifts.
I was beyond scared.
I was sleep deprived and scared.
My husband heard my fear and we created a solution…many did not agree with our tactics. From then on, we turned all the children’s door knobs around.
Now we could lock our children in their room overnight. I knew if there was a fire, I would spend my last breath getting to my babies as any good parent would do.
A surprise occurred over the next four years.
Our children learned to self-sooth back to sleep.
They became readers, and they played well by themselves during their nap-time. My three children were fifteen months apart in age so I needed everyone to go down for a two hour quiet time. Some slept the whole time, and others never slept. These two hours were my sane hours.
We learned as parents that we could set a routine for our children. Our children thrived on this predictable routine. We gained confidence as parents that we could do something unconventional and receive amazing results.