Wednesday, 26. October 2011
I took Harper to her four month appointment last week. I asked the doctor about weaning Harper from her swaddle, and if we could start letting her cry herself to sleep. I told her that we usually rock her for at least 30 minutes before she is sound enough asleep to put her in the crib.
You should have seen the cut eye the doctor gave me.
“Stop doing that, ” she said.
Doctor who obviously doesn’t have kids: “Put her in the crib when she is still awake. No paci, no rocking. The last thing she will remember before she falls asleep is that she didn’t have a paci and she didn’t have you rocking her.”
I walked home thinking about this, and built up my confidence to take the plunge. Of course, my fear is that the last thing she’ll remember before falling asleep is that her mommy and daddy have abandoned her, and um, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PACI? ONE THING AT A TIME, PEOPLE.
Sidenote: EVERYONE has a different approach, thought, comment on parenting. I am not telling anyone what to do or judging what anyone else does. I’m simply relaying what we are doing, and how it is going for us. I know we could pick her up from the crib, or give her the paci, or rock her to sleep. We are trying to teach her to fall asleep on her own because we believe that in the long run it will be better for us, and for her. We have never let her sleep in our bed, and she’s been sleeping in her crib, through the night for a long time. It’s not that I don’t want to snuggle her and have her sleep next to me sometimes, it’s just that I have to be functioning at work everyday. And if she sleeps next to us in the bed, the only person sleeping is Harper.
Maybe this is selfish of us, but we also save ourselves a lot of time and headaches if we can teach her to fall asleep by herself. The first night we tried this, she cried for 20 minutes, and then fell asleep. We have spent more time in the past trying to rock/bouce/shush her to sleep. There are times when we spend almost 40 minutes trying to get her to sleep so that she can take a 30 minute nap.
Anyway, it was the absolute worst 20 minutes ever, and we had to work some serious restraint not to go in and pick her up.
After she fell asleep we went into her room to look at her to see if it was real. Then we stood over the crib watching her sleep, like totally proud of ourselves.
“Holy Shit! She feel asleep! By herself. She’s such a big girl.”
And while we were standing there gloating over this magnificent site, Sanch cruised in to her bedroom meowing his face off trying to see what was going on. So, OF COURSE, she opened her eyes. As if on cue, Laef and I both dropped to the ground, below crib height. We didn’t want her to see us. So, we sat on the floor of her room, inches from her crib, on all fours. We looked back and forth at each other, like, shit. What do we do??
Finally, I gave the hand signal that I was crawling out.
Then Laef crawled out.
I mean, REALLY?
It was like we were trying to avoid a major explosion. We took cover, and crouched in fear.
Of a baby.
What the fuck?
P.S. It might have been us high-fiving and celebrating while standing over her that woke her up. But, it’s way easier to blame everything on the cat.