Rose Ferguson Gets Her Own Room
My daughter Rose was born in March of 1980. Of my three children, she was at least at first the best-behaved baby. She even managed to be born quickly, and close to lunchtime, rather than in the middle of the night.
For the first month, she had a crib in our bedroom. Our townhouse had two other bedrooms, and we’d fixed one up for her. We let big sister Gillian, who was 7 at the time, pick out the paint for her own new room.
When Rose was a month old, we were ready to move her out of our bedroom. I picked her up and had a little talk with her.
“Rose,” I said, “you’re a big girl now. You’re a month old. And you’re going to get something I’ve never had in my whole life: your own room. I think you’ll like it, and I hope you appreciate this and start sleeping through the night.”
And she did.
At least that night she did — she slept for about six hours, maybe seven. I can’t remember whether that kept up, but I know she managed to “show appreciation” that first night.
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By Rose Abril, February 25, 2006 @ 5:52 pm
Actually I was born in 1980. ;)But now I know why my OWN children don’t sleep through the night: they haven’t had The Talk.
By Gillian, February 25, 2006 @ 5:59 pm
Dad, I changed the date for you. And Rose slept through the night every night after that one, unless she was sick.
By Rose Abril, February 26, 2006 @ 7:14 am
Wow I’m the best baby ever!! Or the sleepiest…
By Gillian, February 26, 2006 @ 12:55 pm
The sleepiest, I think. In high school, you would go to bed at 9:30, even if you hadn’t finished your homework. You told me you had to get eight solid hours of sleep no matter what. I guess you were storing up sleep to help you survive motherhood.
By Dave Ferguson, April 20, 2006 @ 7:05 am
Rose may have gone to bed at 9:30, but when to her amazement we finally got a cordless phone, I know she wasn’t asleep at 9:30 or any time near that.