Yes, you’re having your morning nap and I’m taking the time out to write. Because I am blissfully rested
Three days ago I was exhausted once again, from the combination of the flu and you waking up four times a night. And I just decided and said to your Dad,
“That’s it. Poogie slept through for months. Right from when he was about six weeks old until about a month ago. I’ve had it. He hasn’t been having a growth spurt for a whole month… He is now over his flu so is sleeping and feeding perfectly well. And he slept through for so long before that I know he can do it. And he is eating two square solid-food meals a day. Enough. I need my sleep. Tonight if he wakes we are just going to try to settle him and get him back to sleep without feeding him.”. ..
Tentatively, your Dad, “Ok…” Pause.. “I’m just remembering what G&J said about T learning to sleep through at six months, and how it was 3 nights of pain and no sleep while G nursed him back down each time he woke.”…
Me: “We can do it”.
Did I ever mention just how much I need my sleep??? Me: no sleep, emerge crazed automaton manic woman. Can you imagine automaton and manic combined? Think sci-fi-horror film character with wayward curly crazy hair. You’ve got it.
So. First night. 1.12 am. Crying from your room. I put the pillow on my head. Ten minutes later soft crying has escalated to loud crying. Your dad gets up. Here we go, I think, he’ll nurse you back down. Pillow on head.
1.13 am: 30 seconds has gone by and your dad comes into the room with you and puts you in the middle of the bed between us, you keep crying and do the automatic ‘search for boobie’ reflex thing you have going when you’re half asleep and crying.
me: thinking, “C, did you even try to settle him??? 30 seconds really isn’t long. Oh well, your Dad isn’t the best in the middle of night. He’s good early in the morning, but between 11 and 2am not so great. ” Pick you up.
your Dad: “Are you really going to not feed him? Mmm. ZZzzzz”
1:14-1:36 am: So I got you up, bounced you around for a bit until you stopped crying, tried to rock you to sleep for 15 minutes. Got sore legs. You were awake but happy. So I put you in your cot and went back to bed with the pillow on my head. Without using my boobs at all!
1:36-1:48 am: resting with pillow on head. Noises in your room escalating.
1:49-1:55 am: retrieve you from your cot where you are once again crying. Repeat bouncing motion. Settle you. Hear door opening as your Aunt gets home and think, “Damn, the front door waking the baby again, this just isn’t going to work”…
1:55 – 2:10 am: More bouncing… Stick you back in cot. Return to my bed. Again, no use of the boobie at all
1:56 am: put pillow on head, think “mm, there is a lot of ‘talking’ going on in the cot, I bet I’m going to have to feed him”
1:58 am: pass out.
6:20 am: wake-up to baby talking in the next room…
Three days on…
And you’ve now slept through perfectly for four nights. And I’m becoming more and more sane by the minute. Scratch that. I’m becoming more and more like my usual self by the minute. Woot.
I think you woke on the second night, and your dad gave you a bounce and you went back to sleep. And the third night I heard you, but you just did a little talking at around 3am and then went back to sleep. Apparently you woke up last night and did a little crying. But I just slept on through, and your dad said you were asleep again by the time he went to the bathroom and came back.
You seem to have adjusted your feeding accordingly too – back to your old HUGE feed, followed half and hour later by another HUGE feed, just before you go down for the count.
so, excellent work buddy. Please keep it up. This is a GREAT Christmas present. Thank-you!!!