A Bit of Randomness
Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. --Diane Arbus
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Two days ago was a day of firsts. D- took a bottle from Daddy and fell asleep on her own in her crib.
The bottle: so cute. After worrying about whether or not she'd accept a bottle and how that would affect my going back to work and what not, wondering if her not taking a pacifier would cross over to fighting a bottle and hoping I could find time to pump...well, there were no problems at all. As soon as she tasted the milk she knew what to do. I actually ended up testing the nipple to see if the milk was coming out too fast because of how quickly she ate. But no. All was well and she and daddy are well on they're way to bonding. Yay!
As for the crib. I was so happy. See, since she's been born, I've barely slept in my bed. D- is happiest sleeping curled up on my chest. E-, however, is a very restless sleeper and has actually rolled over onto the cats in his sleep. He is duly concerned that the same will occur with D- if she's in our bed. So I've been sleeping in the living room with D- alternating sleeping on my, in her bassinet next to the sofa, in her car seat or in her swing.
However, I don't get a lot of decent sleep that way. And I need to start back to work in a few weeks. So after much deliberation, book consulation and various conversations, we decided to let D- "cry it out" (thinking it would only take a short time for her to fall asleep on her own). This would not only get me some decent sleep but would also help her learn how to self soothe.
Ha.
Last night we tried it. Put on a soothing CD, sang to her and then put her down in her crib (on top of a tshirt of mine I had worn all day) while she was drowsy. She slept for a few minutes and then woke up crying. And she kept on crying. And me, in the living room next to the monitor, cried right along with her. After half an hour, E- said that was plenty and go get her. So I did. And the look on her face broke my heart.
She ended up sleeping for five hours in her swing (she fell asleep in it when I had to set her down to go to the bathroom) and then for another 2 hours in my arms this morning. But as she had such a look of exhaustion on her face and sounded hoarse, I called the pediatrician for advice...
And as D- is now awake from her nap...more on that call next time...
The bottle: so cute. After worrying about whether or not she'd accept a bottle and how that would affect my going back to work and what not, wondering if her not taking a pacifier would cross over to fighting a bottle and hoping I could find time to pump...well, there were no problems at all. As soon as she tasted the milk she knew what to do. I actually ended up testing the nipple to see if the milk was coming out too fast because of how quickly she ate. But no. All was well and she and daddy are well on they're way to bonding. Yay!
As for the crib. I was so happy. See, since she's been born, I've barely slept in my bed. D- is happiest sleeping curled up on my chest. E-, however, is a very restless sleeper and has actually rolled over onto the cats in his sleep. He is duly concerned that the same will occur with D- if she's in our bed. So I've been sleeping in the living room with D- alternating sleeping on my, in her bassinet next to the sofa, in her car seat or in her swing.
However, I don't get a lot of decent sleep that way. And I need to start back to work in a few weeks. So after much deliberation, book consulation and various conversations, we decided to let D- "cry it out" (thinking it would only take a short time for her to fall asleep on her own). This would not only get me some decent sleep but would also help her learn how to self soothe.
Ha.
Last night we tried it. Put on a soothing CD, sang to her and then put her down in her crib (on top of a tshirt of mine I had worn all day) while she was drowsy. She slept for a few minutes and then woke up crying. And she kept on crying. And me, in the living room next to the monitor, cried right along with her. After half an hour, E- said that was plenty and go get her. So I did. And the look on her face broke my heart.
She ended up sleeping for five hours in her swing (she fell asleep in it when I had to set her down to go to the bathroom) and then for another 2 hours in my arms this morning. But as she had such a look of exhaustion on her face and sounded hoarse, I called the pediatrician for advice...
And as D- is now awake from her nap...more on that call next time...
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