When I came home from the hospital, a nurse told me that my best chance of getting breastfeeding to work was to take a ‘nursing vacation’ 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.) I’ve decided to just dedicate a few days (weeks?!) to sleep training… basically, getting Henry into a napping rhythm and on a schedule with the hopes that he’ll sleep better at night. Everyone says that sleep begets sleep! Thus, today is revolving entirely around sleep training. I’ve got nothing else planned except figuring out how and when Henry needs to nap. We’re already on our second nap, which is about two more than he would’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 – well – keeping him happy. Feeding, playing, changing diapers. I didn’t really try to ‘parent’ per say. I just keep him engaged when awake and comfy when asleep. This is really my first attempt to lay down ‘rules’ 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 don’t necessarily know what they want – especially when it comes to sleep. Henry will fight it and fight it even though he’s exhausted and screaming. I’m trying to enforce new habits in order to create a happier child. But it’s so tough sometimes!
All I have to do, however, is look at Maggie and remind myself that this is what happens when you don’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 she’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.
Must… be… the… adult. Excuse me while I go find my big girl panties.
Good luck! Sleeping is marvelous, hopefully Henry figures that out soon.
Big girl panties sound better than mesh panties. Not that I have any experience with either. 😉