When I was little I distinctly remember be terrified at night. TERRIFIED. Nothing had ever happened to make me this way, I just had a super hyperactive imagination. I vividly remember getting up the courage to get out of my bed and slink down the hall to my parents room. Once there I would stand next to my mom and stare at her, really really hard. I was willing her to wake up. I think about it now and it would be a pretty creep thing to see. A little girl staring at her sleeping mom, creeppppyyy. Every now and then it would work and my mom would gasp because as mentioned this was creepy. If however after a few minutes this did not work I would give up and move to the next tactic, I would sharply poke her shoulder. Nice right? Nothing like being jabbed awake in the middle of the night. I would then plead to climb into bed. Usually I would win and climb in to the warm big bed and this overwhelming feeling of security would wash over me and I would konk out. I remember that warm safe feeling so vividly it is crazy.
Lately we have had a really hard time with Evie and going to bed. She cries that she is terrified and refuses to stay in her bed. At first we thought it was because we were in a new place. But it has now been two months and no change. We have tried leaving the door open, night lights, cool musical night lights, sitting by the door etc. and nothing is working. When we do get her to sleep she rarely stays the whole night in her bed. What is hard is when you are deliriously asleep your will power is at an all time low. That, coupled with my remembering how safe I felt when I crawled into my parents bed, has made it difficult for me to put up a fight.
While I know many families co sleep (and I have no problem what so ever with that) having Evie sleep with us has meant horrible sleep for Chris and I. She is a big time kicker, wiggler, cover stealer etc. We have talked about maybe just sticking to our guns for a week and calmly walking her back to her bed, tucking her in and snuggling for a bit etc.