Bedtime Stories

Getting Baby1 to sleep is never an easy task. We went through several different phases of “bedtime stories” as a means of getting her to bed each night. And many times, these were not even stories at all.

When Baby1 was very young, less than 1 year old, when she was still being breastfed, latching on was a sure way to get her to sleep. Each night, Dear2 would latch Baby1 for her night feed and Baby1 will fall asleep midway. Dear2 will then carry Baby1 to her bed and that’s that.

Then came a phase where Baby1 demands to sleep on our bed, between the two of us. When she was surrounded left and right by us, she would fall asleep. We don’t really have to do anything, we just needed to be present.

Some time around 18 months old, Baby1 demanded that I massage her to sleep. She was able to speak a few words then and one of them was “Press” or “Massage”. And then she would close her fingers around her scalp a few times to indicate a head massage. Then raise up both her legs for legs and feet massage. Each time, I would have to massage her for about 30 minutes for her to doze off.

Then it was the snoring. Somehow, we discovered that Baby1 finds my snoring soothing and hypnotic and would fall asleep soon after I fell asleep first and started snoring. The conflict was that Dear2 don’t feel the same way as Baby1. Poor Dear2. This method still works today, although snoring is no longer the premise to sleep for Baby1.

Some time after we bought our iPad, it became Baby1’s favourite bedtime story. We had to hold up the iPad while lying down for Baby1 to watch. She enjoyed his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Handy Manny videos on Youtube. At first, she would insist on watching until she dozed off. Luckily, later we were able to teach her to restrict herself to about 10 minutes of bedtime video then reverting to hearing daddy’s snoring.

Most recently, Baby1 has taken to a bedtime puppet story telling show performed by one of her favourite stuff toy, Small Bear Bear, on a pillow stage. After the “show”, Small Bear Bear will retired to bed and so will Baby1, helped by a little ankle and calf massage by Dear2.

The current routine is good. Her bedtime is about 9.30-10pm. Baby1 knows that the sky is dark. And she knows that it’s time to sleep when the story ends. And when Baby1 sleeps well, so do we.

-Dear1

(p.s. Let me share the script of the show here.)

The three little pigs

Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs with their mother pig in a cottage in the middle of the forest.

One day, mother pig told her three little pigs, “You three pigs have got quite big, it’s time you build houses of your own.”

The first little pig built a house out of straw. It was a great, big house, with a window and a door.

The second little pig built a house out of wood. It was a grand house, with a balcony too.

The third little pig used bricks in clever ways. He built a house out of bricks, with a chimney too.

Along came a big bad Small Bear Bear. He knocked on the door of the house made of straw, and shouted, “Let me in! Let me in!”

“No! Not on the hair of my chin-y chin chin!”, said the first little pig.

“Then I will huff, and I will puff, and I will blow your house down!”, said the big bad Small Bear Bear. And that’s exactly what he did. The big bad Small Bear Bear huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the straw house down.

The first little pig was terrified, and he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him, to the house made of wood, where the second little pig lived.

Along came the big bad Small Bear Bear. He knocked on the door of the house made of wood, and shouted, “Let me in! Let me in!”

“No! Not on the hairs of our chin-y chin chins!”, said the two little pigs together.

“Then I will huff, and I will puff, and I will blow your house down!”, said the big bad Small Bear Bear. And that’s exactly what he did. The big bad Small Bear Bear huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the wooden house down.

The two little pigs were terrified, and they ran as fast as their little legs would carry them, to the house made of bricks, where the third little pig lived.

Along came the big bad Small Bear Bear. He knocked on the door of the house made of bricks, and shouted, “Let me in! Let me in!”

“No! Not on the hairs of our chin-y chin chins!”, said the three little pigs together.

“Then I will huff, and I will puff, and I will blow your house down!”, said the big bad Small Bear Bear. And that’s exactly what he did. The big bad Small Bear Bear huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, but he could not blow the brick house down.

The big bad Small Bear Bear had another idea. He would climb up the roof, and down the chimney. And that’s exactly what he did.

The three little pigs were prepared. They had a big pot of boiling water at the bottom of the chimney, waiting for the big bad Small Bear Bear to arrive. And when the big bad Small Bear Bear fell into the pot of boiling water, he shouted, “Aww! My toes are burning!”.

The big bad Small Bear Bear jumped out of the pot of boiling water, and ran as fast as he could back into the forest. The three little pigs never saw the big bad Small Bear Bear again.

And they lived happily ever after.

The end.

 

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