“You’ve got your hands full”
This phrase is the one hubby and I most commonly hear at the moment. And yes *does sarcastic voice* I always love the bloody obvious being pointed out, especially by complete strangers! Weaning baby off the breast at night was never going to be easy, and unsolicited “advice” really doesn’t help.
If working on our 5yo becoming a less defiant child, and potty training our almost 3yo (more on that another time) wasn’t enough, this weekend 5yo went to our friends for a sleepover so we pounced on the opportunity to move baby boy into his own room and stop his night time comfort snacks. At 11 months old he eats at least three solid meals a day, and also has a massive feed before going to bed. He doesn’t need the milk at night, but as I’ve said before, being a third baby, we had got into bad habits.
“I’d never do that with my own baby”
Oh how the mighty fall! Out of sheer sleep deprived desperation, and not wanting him to wake up the girls, I’ve done so many things I swore I wouldn’t do first, and even second time around. I essentially became a human dummy for him at night, comfort feeding in the marital bed to keep him quiet. We were naively hoping that he would just start sleeping through by himself, but rather than get better in the sleep department as time wore on, our situation became more and more dire.
When I wrote this update three months ago he was up four or five times a night. Gradually over the last couple of months the wake ups increased, and since December he had been waking roughly every hour. On Thursday and Friday he didn’t sleep for more than 40 minutes at a time. Not only that he is a terrible bed sharer – he kicks, pulls hair, stands up and treads on us. If that’s not bad enough he started biting me with his razor sharp teeth while I was feeding him. Just what I need, especially on a day where I have to work!
“You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do”
Some folks swear by controlled crying, but this didn’t sit right with us. Up until Saturday night our son’s cot was right next to our bed and he often slept in our bed, with boobies on tap. To go from that to sleeping in his own room and being left to cry would have been utterly heartbreaking for all involved. Instead we decided hubby would deal with the wake ups as he would probably be angry with me for not feeding him. Every time he woke hubby went into his room, picked him up from his cot and comforted him in his arms until he was sleepy enough to be put back down again. This went on all night, poor hubs was up six or seven times and although he got a lie in until almost 8am looked like a shadow of his former self yesterday morning. Poor guy!
Fortunately last night was much better, the boy was only up twice and didn’t need nearly as much comfort to get back to sleep. Not only that but he slept until almost 7:30am (he’s been getting up around 6am for ages now), and he ate all his breakfast (he usually only eats half). He was smiling first thing this morning for the first time in a while, it was so lovely. I hope I’ve not gone and jinxed myself here, but hopefully we’re on the right path now.
The fabulous Baby Whisperer says it takes three nights to create a habit for babies, so fingers crossed by this time Wednesday we’ll have a good sleeper on our hands!