There’s a most ominous sound in the dead of night that strikes fear in my heart.
It happens when you least expect it. It resounds through the house, yet it really isn’t that loud.
And it manages to rouse me from my slumber far more effectively than the high pitched squeal of my morning alarm.
It’s the pitter patter of tiny feet.
Now, before you jump to any conclusions, no I am not talking about the metaphor for having another baby – no, that ship sailed long ago.
I am actually talking about the literal sound of my 2 year old’s tiny feet as she raced through the house in the dead of night.
Hell bent on finding me.
She ALWAYS comes to my side of the bed. Unerringly. Relentlessly. Deliberately.
I’m almost always already awake when she reaches my side. Alerted by the sound of her rapid footsteps meeting our tiled floor as she travels down the hall.
Sometimes I’m out of bed before she gets to me and I scoop her up and carry her back to her bed.
Other times, I lay there, motionless, willing her to turn around and go back down the hall or hoping, for once, that she’ll head to the other side of the bed.
I’m lucky that Delilah is usually happy to be guided back to bed, a kiss, a cuddle and some mummy reassurance is all she needs to return to the land of nod.
Some nights, however, the cycle repeats several times until exhaustion finally claims her.
Luckily for me, I’m used to broken sleep after three children and almost nine years of regular night wakings. I usually fall back to sleep immediately, re-entering a vague, dreamless state, unconsciously readying myself for the next nocturnal visit.
But that still doesn’t give me comfort when I next hear the tell-tale pitter patter of tiny feet!
Do you get night-time visitors too? How do you cope with it?
Do you ever wish that you could just sleep through it all for one blissful night?
Sending a silent plea to my children through the collective power of Essentially Jess and the amazing IBOT community…