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sleep little baby
May. 2nd, 2014 10:10 pmSo. This is the first night of sleep training for Rocket. Pretty much the Platonic ideal of an illustration of the idea that it has to get worse before it gets better.
I feel extra bad about it because our book (The Sleepeasy Solution) comfortingly assures you that the baby will be happier after he or she is no longer short on sleep, but the thing is, Rocket hasn’t been short on sleep. Rocket wriggles in his sleep from 3 am onwards, and he has been sleeping in my armpit, so I am blisteringly short on sleep, and Mr. E and I really desperately need more time alone in our marriage, but Rocket is fine. So I feel selfish and horrible.
Despite the fact that he is actually asleep right now.
Alone. In a dark room. By himself. Without me.
I have been telling myself that we sleep trained the Junebug at this age and after two days he was totally fine - seriously, after two days we all slept better than we had since about the third trimester and as Mr. E says if we hadn’t sleep trained he would have been an only child. But now I find myself wondering if training him to sleep in a room all by himself is why he is such a profoundly unsnuggly child.
Well. Anyway. Rocket. Rocket is sitting up now, and it is everything I dreamed it would be. He can play with toys! He has his own high chair now! He can start to eat food! We are now two for two on experimentally verifying that if you hand a baby a whole strawberry, even if that baby had previously been unfamiliar with food, the baby will jam it in their mouth and then, despite not being able to talk, manage to communicate “I see where you’re going with this, and I like the way you think.” And then gnaw it into sticky red oblivion. He’s also had some carrot, some meat, some saag - that was actually great, last night he was sitting on my lap, happily mouthing tiny bites of saag, and then suddenly he flopped backwards and tried to latch onto my arm. He could not have more clearly communicated “that was fun, but now it’s time for some serious milk.” I love communication! I love understanding what’s going on!
He’s also flopping forward from sitting, and pushing up from his belly; crawling is clearly less than a month away. Exciting! Whole new worlds to babyproof.
Okay. Christ, I’ve got to try to go to bed. Or at least lie down for the 15 minutes before I have to try to feed him again. Worse before it gets better. Right.
I feel extra bad about it because our book (The Sleepeasy Solution) comfortingly assures you that the baby will be happier after he or she is no longer short on sleep, but the thing is, Rocket hasn’t been short on sleep. Rocket wriggles in his sleep from 3 am onwards, and he has been sleeping in my armpit, so I am blisteringly short on sleep, and Mr. E and I really desperately need more time alone in our marriage, but Rocket is fine. So I feel selfish and horrible.
Despite the fact that he is actually asleep right now.
Alone. In a dark room. By himself. Without me.
I have been telling myself that we sleep trained the Junebug at this age and after two days he was totally fine - seriously, after two days we all slept better than we had since about the third trimester and as Mr. E says if we hadn’t sleep trained he would have been an only child. But now I find myself wondering if training him to sleep in a room all by himself is why he is such a profoundly unsnuggly child.
Well. Anyway. Rocket. Rocket is sitting up now, and it is everything I dreamed it would be. He can play with toys! He has his own high chair now! He can start to eat food! We are now two for two on experimentally verifying that if you hand a baby a whole strawberry, even if that baby had previously been unfamiliar with food, the baby will jam it in their mouth and then, despite not being able to talk, manage to communicate “I see where you’re going with this, and I like the way you think.” And then gnaw it into sticky red oblivion. He’s also had some carrot, some meat, some saag - that was actually great, last night he was sitting on my lap, happily mouthing tiny bites of saag, and then suddenly he flopped backwards and tried to latch onto my arm. He could not have more clearly communicated “that was fun, but now it’s time for some serious milk.” I love communication! I love understanding what’s going on!
He’s also flopping forward from sitting, and pushing up from his belly; crawling is clearly less than a month away. Exciting! Whole new worlds to babyproof.
Okay. Christ, I’ve got to try to go to bed. Or at least lie down for the 15 minutes before I have to try to feed him again. Worse before it gets better. Right.
