I’m quite certain everyone with a child has experienced it, the infamous nap strike. Occasionally my little ones will resolve to avoid sleep at all costs. Eyes become bleary, voices raise, arms and legs flail and tempers stretch thin. Normally a walk in the stroller or carrier will resolve the nap strike, but yesterday they put up an exceptional fight. Five hours in, and my little girl was stubbornly still wide awake. Now, five hours is a VERY long time to be awake when you are about four months old. As seen in the set of her tiny furrowed brow, she wasn’t pleased with the way things were going at all.
When my little ones go on a nap strike, they won’t eat, they won’t soothe, and they definitely won’t sleep. It’s not an ideal state for any of us. Yesterday I was especially motivated to get them to sleep as Auntie Hayley was coming into town and I was very hopeful she could see her darling niece and nephew in their normal, more pleasant state, not the whirling dervishes that were currently inhabiting my stroller.
Auntie Hayley arrived, adorable baby clothing goodies and protein snacks in hand, and while my son had thankfully dozed off, my daughter was still in adamant Sleep Refusal. Her joy at seeing Aunt Hayley overtook her bad mood, and while she still wouldn’t sleep, as long as she was being carried by her aunt she was happy.
We took off for another walk to the store, and by the time we returned my poor little girl was at the end of her sleepless rope. I sent my husband a terse text, “SHE WONT SLEEP”. Valiant daddy that he is, he immediately left his studies and somehow got her to sleep in a matter of moments.
The rest of the afternoon went quite smoothly, playtime was had and my tiny son performed one more small attempt to continue the nap strike, complete with heart breaking lip quiver and tears, but succumbed once again to the soothing vibrations of the stroller. Aunt Hayley returned home to everyone’s disappointment, and bedtime was remarkably uneventful, to everyone’s relief.