When I came home from the hospital, a nurse told me that my best chance of getting breastfeeding to work was to take a â€˜nursing vacationâ€™ and just sit on the couch for a week straight doing nothing but nursing. (We know how that turned out, but it was still good advice.) Iâ€™ve decided to just dedicate a few days (weeks?!) to sleep trainingâ€¦ basically, getting Henry into a napping rhythm and on a schedule with the hopes that heâ€™ll sleep better at night. Everyone says that sleep begets sleep! Thus, today is revolving entirely around sleep training. Iâ€™ve got nothing else planned except figuring out how and when Henry needs to nap. Weâ€™re already on our second nap, which is about two more than he wouldâ€™ve normally taken.
Therefore, please keep those baby sleep suggestions coming!
I may or may not have asked DadHTP to come over and also try to interpret Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child. It really is a terribly confusing book. He is a speed reader, and I knew he could fly through the convoluted 50-page chapter on 1 to 4 month olds and easily give me a summary. Just call him Cliff Notes Dad.
For a baby like Henry (read: easy), the first three months just revolved around â€“ well â€“ keeping him happy. Feeding, playing, changing diapers. I didnâ€™t really try to â€˜parentâ€™ per say. I just keep him engaged when awake and comfy when asleep. This is really my first attempt to lay down â€˜rulesâ€™ and direct the ship instead of Henry dictating everything. The truth of the matter is that once they are out of the newborn stage, babies donâ€™t necessarily know what they want â€“ especially when it comes to sleep. Henry will fight it and fight it even though heâ€™s exhausted and screaming. Iâ€™m trying to enforce new habits in order to create a happier child. But itâ€™s so tough sometimes!
All I have to do, however, is look at Maggie and remind myself that this is what happens when you donâ€™t enforce any rules. Oh, how I coddled her when we got her! I let her run us over because she was so sweet and cute, and now sheâ€™s a sweet and cute monster who barks incessantly, jumps on visitors, runs out the front door at every opportunity, and pees on my rug. Not her fault. My fault.
Mustâ€¦ beâ€¦ theâ€¦ adult. Excuse me while I go find my big girl panties.