After many conversations and tries at various things, Ted and I have decided to set and hold a line with Hazel at bedtime that she really, really, REALLY doesn’t like. So, tonight I took her upstairs for teeth brushing and storytime, and then after spending 10 minutes reading in bed with her and an additional 20 minutes lying down in the dark, I got up to go downstairs. I had a conversation earlier with her about how Daddy and I need some adult time, so I’d spend some time with her upstairs but then I’d need to leave. She agreed, as she always does. When I left she was ok. But I congratulated myself too soon. A few minutes later, as Ted was out walking the twins, Hazel started crying. I made myself wait it out, and eventually she came downstairs. So, I took her upstairs again, explaining that Daddy and I need some adult time, and it’s her bedtime. Once in her room, I turned on her nightlight and asked her if she wanted the story CD or the music CD. She chose the story CD. I gave her a long hug, and left again. She was crying before I was out the door. I went downstairs. She continued to cry. She came downstairs again. I took her upstairs. This time she said she didn’t like the story CD. I changed it to the music one, gave her another hug, and went downstairs. She kept crying. She came downstairs again. I took her back upstairs. This time I didn’t say anything, just got her back in bed and left. She keep crying. Ted came back and we had some conversation while reassuring each other that we’re not terrible monsters or heartless bastards. Hazel came downstairs. Ted took her back upstairs. This happened twice. The second time, it was close to when we were going to go up with the twins, so we came up shortly after Ted had come back down. She was quiet! I fed the twins, and when Ted took them in to go to sleep, Hazel was asleep.
One thing that convinced me of the wisdom of trying this new approach is a comment by one of our babysitters that if Hazel was really extremely upset, she wouldn’t be able to switch instantly into a regular voice in the middle of it, as she sometimes does. She did so tonight; I dropped something during one of the times I was up in her room, and practically mid-gulp she stopped and asked, cheerfully, “Oh, what was that?” I said, “Daddy’s phone.” She said, “I can get it!” I said, “Don’t worry, I got it already.” She said, “Oh.” Then it was back to her reguarly scheduled programming.
We were totally against this method when Hazel was a baby. She couldn’t understand then. And when she was a baby there was no such thing as a fake cry. When she cried as a baby she had a reason. And we wanted her always to feel and know that she was loved and cared for. So, it felt wrong to us for our family, and so we didn’t do it. However, now it seems different to us now that she’s almost four years old. When Hazel wants to convince me to give her a cough drop, if I say no, that’s she’s not sick, sometimes she’ll do this hilariously obvious fake cough. I just laugh. And she usually laughs with me. She’s clearly capable of trying various tactics in order to get what she wants. And she has learned that crying gets her what she wants with this issue. But we have needs and wants too, and we need a better balance between ours and hers. We are positing that setting a good boundary around bedtime will actually serve her better in the long run.
The difference now, also, is that after having had some really good conversations and support from our pediatrician, other parents, and friends, we were able to approach tonight not from a place of anger or frustration, but more with a sense of calm determination. That helped us to survive all the crying and hold the line. And I think it also allowed us to be loving while we were also being firm. So, we’re going to try this for ten days (good advice from one book) and see how it goes. Here’s hoping it will work! With luck, we’ll wind up with some time for conversation at night, as well as a chance to do the dishes and clean the cat litter. A win-win, all around.