We put the babies to bed around 9:30 p.m. as per usual.
At 12:30 a.m. Natalina started crying. I went down to check on her. I straightened her blankets. She was still asleep. I went back upstairs and told my husband hopefully, although I already knew I was wrong, "maybe that will be it." But it was a cry I knew. A cry that meant a long night ahead.
At 2 a.m. Natalina cried out for me. "Mama. Mama! Mommy!" I went downstairs to see her. She was still in bed, but awake. Her pillow had fallen to the floor. I picked it up and settled her back in bed comfortably.
At 2:40 a.m. I startled awake to see a little face peering at me in the dark. Natalina had crept upstairs. I gathered her in my arms and pulled her into bed with me for a few moments while I collected myself. My husband, misunderstanding my intent said, "Well, no one is going to sleep if she's in here." I held her for a few minutes, then hoisted her up and walked her back downstairs. "Would you like me to shut the door?" I asked. "No shut door. Open door." "Okay," I replied, "but if I leave the door open, you have to stay in bed, okay?" "Okay."
At 3 a.m. I had left the room with the door cracked open, but, knowing my daughter, I stood outside the crack, out of view. At 3:02 a.m. she left her bed and attempted to go upstairs again. I intercepted her. "Stay in bed, or I'll shut the door." I settled her back in bed.
At some point during the night, my husband actually got up and saw to her. I don't remember when, or what the issue was that time. I know I couldn't drag myself out of bed that time (something that has almost never happened before) so I'm happy he was able to do it.
At 4 a.m. I was awakened by the stomp of little feet up the stairs. I met Natalina halfway up and carried her back down to bed. "Mama, lay back," she said. I laid on the floor of their room for about 15 minutes, then got up, pressed a kiss to her forehead and told her to go to sleep. I left the door open a crack.
At 4:17 a.m. I was standing outside the cracked door out of view.
At 4:19 a.m. I was putting her back in bed again. I shut the door. "No! No! Open door! Open door! Mama! Mama! Open door! No closed door!" I opened the door, resettled her and told her that if she wanted the door open, she had to stay in bed.
At 5:15 a.m. I was startled awake by a baby crying. It was Dulce. I settled her down and went back upstairs.
At 6:15 a.m. Natalina was headed back up the stairs. I brought her back down, and her noise awakened Dulce, who was wet through. I changed Dulce, and the sheets on her bed. I changed Natalina, whose diaper was also wet. I told them sternly I would be closing the door, and they had better go to sleep. I left to mild protests.
At 6:50 a.m. I heard the sounds of babies talking. I ignored it for about a half hour, until Dulce raised her voice to a wail, I assume when she realized the door was shut.
At 7:20 a.m. I went downstairs and got the babies ready for the day.
I'm exhausted. They're fresh as daisies. How does this happen?
And now I'm expected to function. It's a good thing I love them so much, I'll tell you what.
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