In my last post about my daily routine, I mentioned that Baby T and I have a special bedtime routine that we do every night. Every baby is different, but I am a big believer in babies having a routine with most things, but most importantly bed time. I don’t know if it’s just my OCD but I feel like if it’s not done the same it won’t work. There is the odd night where I put her down to sleep at a friends house, do a short version of our routine, then when we bring her home she’s sleep enough I can just put her in her bed and not have to redo the routine. But the majority of the time our routine is exactly the same.
So incase you’re curious, here it is:
First I get her room ready for bedtime before she comes up. This includes closing the blackout curtains (even though in winter time in Ontario it’s pitch black by 5:30 pm already), turning on her humidifier, turning on her bedside lamp that is less intense then her ceiling light, and laying her sleep sack and pyjamas on her change table. We have been using a sleep sack ever since she could break out of her swaddle, I honestly love it and Baby T does too. I think it lets her know that it’s time for sleeping. When we first transitioned from swaddle to sleep sack we used the Nested Bean Sack (linked below) but now that it’s colder weather I bought one from Home Sense that is thicker and rated for cooler house temperatures.
When Baby T is done playing we bring her up to her room and get her changed into her pjs and into her sleep sack, then she says goodnight to her Daddy and her and I sit in her chair to cuddle and read her bedtime story, which is the same story every night and yes I’m starting to read it from memory. At the end of it, it says to say goodnight to the animals you met in the book so Baby T points along with me as we say goodnight to all of them. I usually give her a bottle of warm milk to drink while we read the story.
Next, we say a little prayer together followed by a goodnight kiss and I sing her the same lullaby I’ve been singing every night for the last year. It’s short and sweet and I lay her in her crib while I finish the last few words. I tell her ‘goodnight’ and ‘mommy loves you’ and turn on her white noise, turn off the light and sneak out of the room. Usually before the light is off she’s already rolled over to her belly and is snuggling into bed.
She’s only been put to bed by someone other than me once, and she was only about two months old, so it’s our nice little time together every night. I like to think that she’s just like me and loves to have her own little routines, but it could also just be me who loves it.