Sunday started out like any other day. Porgie woke up, she ate a bowl of cereal, and she happily played with her toys. Around 11:30, John put her down for her nap, while I put Izzy down for his nap. I thought our plan was perfect. We were going to enjoy some baby free time.
However, this dream was quickly dismissed. Porgie refused to go to sleep. She played for a while. Then she talked to herself. Then she laughed at all the hilarious things that she was saying. And then she whined until she fell asleep at 1:15. She was awake in her crib for almost 2 hours.
Although I didn't want to do it, I woke Porgie up at 2:15. If she sleeps much past 2:00, she usually has a hard time going to sleep at night. She seemed fine for most of the day, so I thought we were golden. Around 5:00, John decided to wash her beloved blanket, Night-night. Although this is always a risky move, the blanket was filthy and really needed to be cleaned.
For the first hour, Porgie didn't realize that Night-night was missing. Around 6:00, she started getting really fussy. By 6:30, she was driving everyone insane with her whiny attitude. I asked John to give her a bath and get her ready for bed. I thought her blanket would definitely be dry by the time she finished her bath.
I got her undressed, and she happily ran into the bathroom. John lifted her into the tub, and suddenly she started screaming for Night-night. Nothing could console her. She was crying so hard, she started gagging. I ran down to the basement, and opened the dryer. Her blanket was still very wet. Yes, her blanket was WET, and she was having a meltdown, and I had no idea how to fix the situation.
John got her out of the tub and dressed her for bed. Porgie was still screaming uncontrollably. She proceeded to walk around the house yelling, "Night-night," while hot tears streamed down her cheeks. We tried to tell her that Night-night went bye-bye. We tried giving her other blankets. We tried holding her and rocking her. Nothing worked.
When we were at our wits end, John ran down to the basement and retrieved her damp blanket from the dryer. Yes, we sent her to bed with a wet blanket. And all was right with the world again.