The night shift

The end result of a torturous - and loud - journey

Sleep training has been a fraught process with each of our three kids, both in terms of teaching them to get down to sleep at bedtime and then getting themselves back to sleep without bringing them into our bed when they wake up in the middle of the night. We’re just at the latter stage with Kara.

The end result of a torturous - and loud - journey
The end result of a torturous – and loud – journey

Having been away at a work do the previous night when Heather decided to bite the bullet and lay down the law, I was happy to do my turn and take over when Kara kicked off at 11:00 last night with a prolonged series of piercing screams which would have drowned out even a horde of banshees armed with a Spinal Tap-style turned-up-to-11 amp.

To be honest, I can deal with all the screaming. I can tune it all out and still fall asleep even when she’s going full tilt. (Hey, I once snored undisturbed through an earthquake measuring 6.5 on the Richter scale – I can sleep through anything.)

It’s not the volume that gets to me. It’s the accompanying combination of advanced emotional manipulation techniques that Kara employs that is heart-breaking. She’ll make a great interrogator one day – she could break even the most hardened of criminals.

The following series of tweets – typed over nearly an hour while sitting at the foot of her bed waiting for her to calm down and nod off again – pretty much sums up the experience.

Anyhow, the important thing is that it did eventually work and things are heading in the right direction, which is all you can ask for. Round three tonight.

One day we’re going to make it through an entire night without any of our trio of non-sleeping beauties demanding a place in our bed. One day …