- Newborn smiles only last for a few months (a split second when you have 5 kids) so you treasure them MUCH more.
- The baby will sleep. Eventually. In 4 years. But you know it will happen!
- A little baby poop never hurt anyone.
- Baby pee is sterile and is not worth disturbing a sleeping baby.
- Sometimes babies wake up and cry at the most inopportune moments. Go ahead and finish brushing your teeth (or whatever you were doing), he’ll be okay for 30 seconds.
- Swaddling is an art form, and it is worth achieving perfection in that art. P.S. Miracle Blankets are worth every penny.
- Baby complaining noises are kind of super adorable. You know what I’m talking about.
- You finally have Olders to help with the Youngers. My 7 year old makes a mean PB&J.
- There is nothing like the love the older kids have for the new baby.
- The toddler will scream and wake the baby, but you have come to an exhausted peace with it. At this point please refer to number 2.
- Kids survive on a steady diet of Netflix, as long as they sleep at some point too. It’s just a season. A season of Daniel Tiger, that is. 😏
- At this point your life is crazy enough that you actually consider having more, because at this point it’s only getting easier (see point 8).
- A sleeping baby literally is the sweetest thing in the world.
I love my kids. I absolutely adore and love my kids. I love each and every one of their different personalities. I love hearing their little voices. I love the way they look like the man that I love. I love seeing them grow and learn. I love watching them learn to read. I love seeing them play and love on each other. I love it when they give me spontaneous hugs. I love explaining something to them and seeing their eyes light up with understanding. I love watching them play with intense concentration. I love the baby rolls, and the squeals and giggles, those gorgeous baby smiles. I love the way their hair sticks up in the morning and their eyes look all sleepy for .38 seconds.
But if I’m being honest, there are a lot of things I don’t love. I don’t love the demanding voices that need a million things first thing in the morning. I don’t love the angry words they yell at each other. I don’t love the fact that I always feel like I’m not doing enough as a mom. Or that I’m doing it wrong. I don’t love the epic fight that happens 90% of the time I tell my three year old to do something. I don’t love bedtime. And I feel guilty about that. I don’t love how the house falls apart in 2 seconds. I understand that kids are messy, I just don’t understand how it happens so fast. I don’t love being sleep deprived. I don’t love how grouchy I am at the kids for no reason when I’m sleep deprived. Or hormonal because I’m on my period/pregnant/just had a baby/breastfeeding a teething baby.
Life is wonderful, but there are moments that I don’t love. And sometimes those moments seem to stretch and last so long, that amidst the chaos I lose sight of the moments I DO love.
I have wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember. I love babies, I love pregnancy, I love homeschooling. I have always felt that I was born for this! But after baby #4, for the first time in my life, I felt done. It was so…odd! I had never, ever, felt this way, and it almost felt wrong it was so different! But it wasn’t wrong, it was just a new season, and my husband and I were actively avoiding any more babies, at least for a while.
But God had other plans. When we found out about baby #5, I cried. I was so grateful for this new life, and knew without any doubt that this baby was God’s gift to us. But I still cried. As much as I love babies, I already had one and was afraid of getting even less sleep than I was getting now. How would I function and take care of all my kids? As much as I loved being pregnant, how would I physically take care of my children and my 1 year old with a big belly, let alone deal with all the aches and pains that come with pregnancy? And as much as I love homeschooling, I was finding that challenging enough. How could I possibly be faithful with my children’s education when I was barely getting back into it at 1 year postpartum??
What can I say? These are legitimate concerns and questions. But there is no other answer but that God is faithful. He will give me everything I need. My verse for this month on my GraceLaced calendar is “His mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is your faithfulness.” And that about sums it up. When you serve a great God, that is enough. He is enough.
But back to my original question. Why did I want kids in the first place? It truly is amazing how children are made. A man and a woman love each other, and then they have kids. It’s like the automatic sequel to love. And yet I see so many jokes about how the romance in a relationship goes out the window once you have kids. And it’s true, you’re exhausted. So just sitting together on the couch for 10 minutes before you pass out is romance enough. But it makes me think about love. True love. What does that look like?
Because romantic love, that isn’t a very real love. It can be a small part of real love. But real love, God love, is sacrificial. It does not seek it’s own. It is not easily provoked. It bears all things. Hopes all things. Endures all things. Real love doesn’t get angry when the 3 year old poops on the floor, again. Real love doesn’t get overly irritated with the husband for being insensitive, knowing that you’re both exhausted and you both love each other so let’s just forget about it. Real love doesn’t get angry when the kids have a screaming match over the superman toy and wake up the baby. Real love gets up at night without complaining because it puts others above itself. Real love sits and listens when the oldest one is hurt by mean words from a friend, even though there are a million other things to do while the baby naps. Real love doesn’t get overwhelmed at the mess because the mess is just stuff, and people are way more important than things. Real love doesn’t get irritated at the kids for being so needy and interrupting everything every 2 minutes.
So when I look at my kids, and I look at my heart, I see that honestly, I don’t love my kids very well. I love myself. I love my sleep. I love my orderly home. I love what other people think of me. I love my “uninterrupted thoughts” time. I love being a mom but I just want it to be at about 65% of what it is now. I love my idea of what mommyhood looks like, not the messy chaos of reality.
But there is a beautiful reality that changes the way we do mommyhood. The truth is that Jesus came and loved me when I was horribly unlovable. I was in full rebellion towards God. And while he was on earth he gave of himself again and again. He was sleep deprived. People demanded things of him from early until late. He dealt with the chaos and sin of this world, and then he was slaughtered unjustly for MY sin. He bore everything for me, so that I could be clean. He died and rose again so that I could be holy. He showed me real love. He gave up his throne and became a servant. What a sacrifice!
And in him, I am a new creature, and I am not only capable of showing that same real love by his Spirit, but I am constrained to do so! I am compelled to love because when I see the great love that has been shown me, how can I not? I fight my flesh, and I fight it moment by moment throughout the day. But I am striving towards being truly loving, because my Savior truly loved me.
So originally, I think I wanted kids for a selfish reason. Like “aw, dats sho cute!” But God in his loving wisdom knew that they would be the BEST thing for me, to drive me to my knees and cause in me a death to self, and grow in me a self sacrificial love, so that I could be more and more like my Savior. Because truly loving your kids means you give of yourself more than you ever thought possible.
When a man and woman love each other, they have kids. And it makes an even more beautiful love. A giving of yourself love. A God-like love. True love.
This has been a hard week with our 3 year old. I know it’s a difficult age in general, but this little guy has always been a particular struggle for us, and some weeks are especially hard. When his behavior is unbelievable, and I feel like our relationship and his attitude is spinning out of control, this is what goes through my mind:
I’m a failure.
I’m so unequipped for this.
I’m ruining him by not knowing how to deal with his issues.
Here are a few things we’ve learned about George as he’s matured and grown in the last few years. He is super sensitive. This is extremely precious and extremely difficult. He over reacts to everything, and has meltdowns at the smallest thing, and loudly demands our attention until it is dealt with fully. He feels everything quite deeply. He can be a bully, and seems to enjoy picking on his older brother. He is also extremely physically affectionate. He always wants to sit on my lap, stroke my cheek, give me intense kisses, and give long hugs. When he is happy, he is the sweetest of all my children! He will tell me I look pretty and give me hugs for no reason. His voice is so sweet, and he is incredibly loving. He is an amazing older brother to Isabelle, and she is pretty clear that he is her favorite.
He is also sensitive to foods and environmental things. He reacts more to upper respiratory issues, and tends to get rashes randomly. His mood is greatly affected by his diet, and we are working on eliminating things to try and figure out what triggers his behavioral things.
All that to say, when we have a hard day or week with George, it means LOTS of tantrums, lots of crying, lots of unreasonable reactions that have to be worked through and dealt with. And when I look at it from my limited and human perspective, it’s daunting and exhausting.
But I’m learning something. Having a child that needs MORE from me pushes me to Christ. I can’t parent him on my own, I am unable. So I need Christ more, and I know that to have any chance of success and not ruining my child, I have to run to him!
Today I did that. After yesterday brought a long week to a close, I was incredibly downcast. I was speaking those unhelpful phrases to myself again and again. I felt that I was in a vicious cycle with no way out, and the casualty was my precious son. Such a depressing and hopeless thought process.
My mom always said “what is truth?”. When we are downcast and disquieted, anxious and depressed, what is truth? And today, I feel like God has opened my eyes to some things that I had lost sight of. Truth. (thank you Paul Tripp and Elyse Fitzpatrick)
(The next few paragraphs are quotes from Paul Tripp in a video I watched that I’ve personalized a bit for myself, link here)
The truth is that I have absolutely zero ability to change my children. No matter how well I act toward my child, if they don’t transact with God, they’re not going to be okay. It’s my job to build in my children a sense of their need for God. Take them back to the deeper thoughts and motivations of their heart. And so when they start to see their heart, and their need, I can share with them the beautiful story of the gospel.
The truth is that I often say (either out loud or in my heart) “I can’t believe you would act this way, how dare you act this way.” That message is: “you don’t keep the law as well as I do.” Ouch.
The truth is that they are sinners, and I am a sinner. When I get down to the heart motivations of why my kids are doing something, if I am truly honest with myself, I will see those same sins in my heart! No one gives grace better than someone who knows they need it themselves. When I see myself as a sinner saved by grace instead of an upholder of the law, it totally changes the way I parent.
Clearly in the Bible, there is authority. There is law. There are consequences for actions, whatever a man sows he will also reap. Children need correction, they need loving discipline. But it’s not enough. “If a tight system of regulations and enforcement had any ability to change the content and character of a human being, Jesus wouldn’t have come.”
But if all I do is very skillfully regulate and control the behavior of my child for the next 18 years, what do they have? Nothing. Parenting is about being a tool in the hands of a Redeemer to see real heart change take place.
So I think my takeaway today is this: I am a failure. I don’t have this figured out. I don’t know how to love George and train him and deal with his crying/fussing/anger. I don’t even know how I am going to get through the rest of the day with him, let alone the week, or this “phase”.
But I know that it’s not up to me. I’m running with this to Jesus. I’m praying for humility as I see my sin reflected in the actions of my children. We are all full of self, we all want what WE want more than we want God. But I have some good news for my kids, and I am praying for the strength to bring it to them more faithfully every day. I don’t have to get angry when they don’t obey me, or obey the rules! I can use those moments to talk about their heart, and point them to the cross. I have hope, I have the answer. God, give me grace to see that being a mom is not about making sure my kids obey the rules so that they turn out okay, but is really about showing my kids their need for a Savior, and pointing them to the One who saves.
There is such freedom in knowing that it’s not up to me. When they disobey, I don’t have to be stressed. I don’t have to get angry. I don’t have to feel like a failure. This is my privilege, to correct and train in gentleness and humility, showing them the only hope for our life is Christ.
I read a devotional today pondering how precious Jesus is to us who believe.
Words cannot set forth the preciousness of the Lord Jesus to his people, nor fully tell how essential he is to their satisfaction and happiness….what wouldst thou do in the world without him, when thou wakest up and lookest forward to the day’s battle?…let the thought of what life would be without him enhance his preciousness.
Life without Christ. How empty! How pointless! How utterly hopeless.
But then I think of my every day life and I feel a pang of conviction. Do I act like Jesus is precious? Do I live in a way that models to those around me (i.e. my children!) that I have a hope beyond the every day life? Do I meditate on the endless wonder and beauty that is the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ? Do I live like Jesus has given me all I have ever needed and far above what I could even want?
I quite often live like there is just enough Jesus to get by.
If I were being honest I would look at my life and say that I live like Jesus gets me through the day, but just barely! And praise God for coffee!
I devalue my Savior and make him a prop to my life. Ouch.
How do I stop this? How do I put Jesus in his proper place in my life?
By praying for a heart that stands in awe of him. By assigning him the value he deserves. By looking at all the other stuff in my life that I value like a cheap, dollar store imitation of a priceless artifact. Stuff like having a clean house, cooking incredible meals, having a “perfect body”, and going to all the social events.
And even stuff like being a good mom and pastor’s wife and CHRISTIAN.
Because that’s not the goal!! The goal is to treasure Christ!! And when we do that properly, all our other relationships will be healthy and good. Our relationship with our family, our relationship to friends, our relationship to stuff.
Let’s stop living like Christ makes it so we have just enough “goodness and stuff” to get us through our day in a “christian way”. That’s a different religion than what’s in the Bible. The Bible says to take up our cross daily. It says that Christ brings us from death to life. And it expounds again and again on the beauty, wonder, mercy, majesty, glory, of Christ. Who left everything and gave himself for us.
That is life changing. Let’s live changed lives. Let’s pray that we can truly know how precious he is.
But you would never be able to tell that from my house. I have four kids, several of whom are like literal whirlwinds. There is stuff everywhere. It’s an epic, hourly battle to keep the house looking not destroyed.
Having a clean house is not a bad thing. And having a messy house isn’t necessarily a bad thing either. But I tend to put my hope in my house. And that’s an idol.
When it’s clean, I feel calm and peaceful. My kids know that mom is happy when things are picked up!
But when it’s messy, I see the work that needs to be done and I start to get stressed I won’t have the time or energy to take care of it. I feel the guilt of thinking that if I were a good mom I would be training my kids to do the picking up and wouldn’t be doing it alone while they watch Daniel Tiger and I have a few precious moments of quiet so I can stuff the billion toys back into their designated bins. I dread the HOUR it does take when I actually muster the energy to force my kids to be responsible, and repeat 1500x to pick up that toy.
I used to think “if only I had a maid! All my problems would be solved!”
But guess what? I do have a maid now. She comes three times a week (thanks to an amazing friend who wanted to bless us with that this year). And she’s amazing. I call her my miracle worker. And she does work miracles.
And a couple moments a week, my house is clean. And if I fall behind on dishes I can relax knowing that she’ll be there soon to help me. And I’m so very grateful for her!
But it didn’t solve my problem. Because the house isn’t my problem. It’s my heart. It’s my idol.
It’s putting my hope and trust in my surroundings, which affects my peace.
Having a clean house will not make you happy, no matter what you may think. Having a weekly menu and eating healthy food and being a homeschool queen will not bring you joy.
Slowly I am learning that when I put my hope in Christ and what he did for me on the cross, and when I believe him that he’s going to continue working in me until the end, I have joy.
I can have joy when my 3 year old won’t potty train and poops on the floor every single day.
I can have joy when homeschool takes 3 hours instead of 45 minutes because of all the interruptions.
I can have joy when the baby won’t sleep and I don’t know how to make it better.
I can have joy when the house is a wreck and I have no energy to clean it or to make the kids clean it, and it’s almost bedtime and I know we will start tomorrow behind.
Those circumstances are usually big stress producers for me. Because I let my peace rest in my surroundings and not in Christ. Don’t I believe that he is faithful? Don’t I believe that he has ordained this for my good? Don’t I believe that he has already given me such grace for each situation I am faced with?
And don’t I believe that it’s SO much more important to have joy and peace in the chaos and crazy, to model to my kids that what I believe is real.
I struggle with this daily. But I am praying for more and more grace. I want to have peace no matter what! And I want it to be because of him. Not because my house is clean.
That magical tummy soother that’s safe for newborns and gets us through the first few months of gas pains caused by who knows what. I recently started making my own when
I ran out of the stuff I had from the States George poured the bottle out on the couch cushion.
Turns out it’s super easy and doesn’t have any of the chemical nastiness that is in the commercial stuff! It’s safe and cheap and takes 5 minutes to make. Hashtag win.
Brew one bag camomile and one bag fennel tea in a very small amount of boiled water. You can also throw in a bag of Anise tea as that also aids digestion.
Let it seep for 5 minutes. Stir in 1tsp sweetener of choice (not honey). Then add ice. Store in fridge in a jar for up to two weeks.
I give 1tsp at a time. I don’t know how often you can give, but I would probably do it no more than 2-3x a day. In my experience, all these herbs are quite mild and perfectly safe for babies, however I’m not a licensed medical professional so use this at your own risk.
Important note! Honey is not safe for infants under one year so PLEASE dont sweeten with honey. Some great alternatives are coconut sugar, maple syrup, or even plain old sugar.
Hope this recipe is helpful!!
This week I started sleep training Isabelle. BUT… With no crying. And you know what? It’s going great. She’s doing amazing! So I want to record what we’re doing in the hope that 1) it will help someone else in the elusive search for baby sleep, and 2) in case we have another baby I want to remember what is actually working.
First of all, we have done both extremes as far as baby scheduling. With our first, we were very strict schedulers. We did a wake/eat/sleep schedule and let her cry starting around 3.5 – 4 months old. She did not take to it well. I don’t remember a lot of details. I just remember she cried a lot, and I remember looking back and thinking “what the heck were we thinking?!”. All of that was compounded by the fact that we were selling our possessions and moving half way around the world, staying with friends and family, and our lives were in general turmoil and uproar. Yet we still tried to stick to a schedule, and still let her cry without having much grace for all the changes she was going through. Steve and I both have a lot of regret about her first year, and though it was unintentional, we were extremely selfish parents. Praise God for his grace in growing us.
With our second we were more even keeled. I did some sort of sleep training around 5 months, but I also remember hours of wearing a figure 8 in the carpet in the dark hours of the night. It was much more gentle. We were settled in by that time and it was a lot easier to have a routine.
Our third was a bit of a surprise, but we were still excited! We ended up going back to the states at the end of pregnancy and I delivered there. Then we came back to the Gulf when he was 2 months old, and two weeks later we packed up our home and took suitcases to house sit for a family for about 6 weeks, and then we house sat for another family for about 5 weeks. We were waiting on visa paperwork this WHOLE time and were living out of suitcases. Trying not to destroy other people’s homes. In the Arabian summer. We finally moved into our own place around September when he was about 6 months old. During that whole time we walked him to sleep. We never let him cry. And he hit that 8-9 month developmental change and started sleeping even less, I was losing my mind with exhaustion. I was crying all the time and felt like I couldn’t take care of my family. I tried to do some sleep training and it wasn’t super effective. It got a little better but to this day he’s not a good sleeper. He actually sleeps way less than the baby!
But all that to say I’ve gone through a lot. I feel like I have a little experience and I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I have read a ton about sleep issues the past 2 years trying to help George sleep better and feel like I’ve gained a lot of knowledge that somehow has finally “clicked”.
Here’s what we’re doing:
Sleep Cues – I’ve finally figured out WHEN she is tired. With my others I found it so hard to tell! Blame it on inexperience, vague sleepy signals, or distraction with our nomadic life. But I couldn’t tell. With Isabelle, it has been really easy for some reason. She gets a little fussy, gets watery eyes, and starts drooping. She is a fat baby and when I’m holding her she basically slumps over into a stupor. It’s adorable. That’s when I know she’s tired. And since she’s been taking more regular naps, I’ve noticed that it’s just about 2 hours from when she wakes up. For some babies it’s less, but for her it’s usually right at 2 hours.
Learning to sleep another way – for the first few months of her life I’ve either walked her or nursed her to sleep. That’s all she knew. But I want her to learn to sleep in her bed. It was getting to the point that the noise of the other kids was waking her up even when she was in the sling, but especially when we were laying down nursing. I was getting frustrated with the other kids and Isabelle was sad because she wasn’t getting the sleep she needed. So I decided to start helping her fall asleep in bed. I started with her morning nap because she goes to sleep the best for that nap. I just thought about gently transitioning from each step, from what she was used to, to where I wanted her to be. At first I was nursing her to sleepy but awake, then I would lay her down in bed and pat her and rock her a bit until she fell asleep. Sometimes she fell asleep nursing but I tried not to let that happen (note: she had already eaten and wasn’t really hungry, I was just using it to help her get sleepy). She did so well. It was beautiful to see her little eyes gently close as she drifted off calmly to sleep.
The next step was to cut out nursing her to get sleepy. Because I had already started putting her down for her sleepy cues, it was really an easy transition. Again, I didn’t let her cry. I just walked her while I sang her a song, then laid her down and patted her, sometimes singing her another song, sometimes quietly shushing. I will say that sometimes she complains, and I’ll talk about that more in a minute. But if she gets worked up I just pick her up and start again. She’s tired so I’ve never had to do a “do over” more than once.
She started sleeping better for her naps right away. The first day she had two 45 minute naps, and the second day her second nap was 2.5 hours! I was in shock! It just makes me cry with happiness to think how well she’s doing, and how peaceful it has been! And how calm I feel.
The next hurdle that I started to see the need to work through was the “45 minute intruder”. Babies’ sleep cycles work so that they come out of a deep sleep right around 45 minutes. And if they haven’t been taught the skill of going to sleep on their own, they need mom to get back to sleep (or they’re just awake). Isabelle was no exception. So I started trying to go back in and settle her down. She still seemed so sleepy, so I just picked her up and patted her for a minute (I didn’t want to break the nice “white noise” silence by singing her bedtime song) and then put her back down and patted her more. The first day I had to do this 5 times. I was willing to get her up each time if she seemed awake and ready to eat, but every time she was sleepy and seemed to want to keep sleeping, so I went with that. That was the nap she slept 2.5 hours! I’ve continued that routine, when she wakes at the 45 minute mark I go in and see if she wants to keep sleeping. If so I try to get her back (usually in her bed), if not then I get her up. But I don’t stress about it. Yesterday she slept for 2 hours for her morning nap and never woke up! This afternoon she gave a little cry like she was waking up and as I was putting away my sewing stuff to go get her I realized she was quiet again and had gone back to sleep! It blows me away how fast and well she’s picking this up. I think it’s her age (she’s just now 3 months). She still settles easily and can’t roll over or stand up or any of those other things that affect sleep, haha!
Now, it’s only been about a week (maybe less), but I am already seeing amazing improvements. My main goal is to not stress about how much she sleeps. Just follow her cues and put her down when she’s sleepy. I make sure she eats well when she’s awake. And then go and put her down when she’s tired. Can I just say that I LOVE being there and seeing her eyes close as she drifts calmly off to sleep on her own? It’s a beautiful thing that was such a mystery to me before! And each time I’m so grateful.
My plan is to continue with this and try to pat her less, so that she can learn to fall asleep without me patting her. Get her sleepy and then just stand supportively next to her bed. And then my next step after that is to get her sleepy and then be able to leave the room. But I am totally okay with that happening at a very slow pace (or, more importantly, at her pace). I am also aware that there are some key times in her life when sleep regressions are a real possibility and am very open to how we will need to do more soothing and have more grace in those times.
I also wanted to share some sleep myths I’ve combatted over the past few years. I don’t know about you, but for me, in the dark hours when I’m walking my baby, a million thoughts run through my head. Some are helpful, and some are not. It’s good to assess and make sure all her needs are met. It’s not good to feel guilty and desperate and like a horrible mother. You’re not a horrible mother. We all feel this way. :) But the voices are real. I hear certain people talking in my ear, about how I’m doing it wrong. It’s awful, really. But here are some of the things I’ve learned that have helped me silence those demons.
1) Going to your baby who is crying will ruin all the sleep training you’ve done – there’s a reason it’s hard to resist going to your baby when they’re crying. It’s because we’re biologically programmed to respond to that cry! It’s never wrong to go to your baby, and even if you’re trying to implement a new routine, you should never feel guilty for going to your crying baby.
2) There’s a difference between crying and complaining – Complaining is something that kids do. It’s what happens when they have to something that they don’t want to do. A few times, Isabelle hasn’t wanted to go to sleep. I know she’s tired but maybe I let her go too long and she’s overtired, or she wanted to be held a bit longer. Either way she’ll “complain”. She fusses a little bit. She’s even cried for a couple seconds. But there are some huge differences from letting her “cry it out”. First of all, I don’t let it escalate. I try and calm her in bed, and if she doesn’t calm down after a few seconds (10-15, just watch your baby for the time frame) then I pick her right up. The other difference is that I am right there with her. I am touching her and next to her through her struggle. It can be hard work to learn a new skill like falling asleep in bed, and it’s not always easy! But it has given me immense pride to pat her back and watch her go from unsettled to settled, all on her own. Without me holding her. She’s doing it! She’s learning, and it’s beautiful! It’s like teaching your child to solve a math problem. They may not enjoy every moment, but we’re right there with them through the struggle. When I was struggling with George, I read this article about 10 times. It’s fantastic.
3) Follow your baby – I have always been a kind of hippy, follow your instincts kind of person. But sadly I have crappy instincts. I am horrible at trying to figure out what to do. I don’t have a feeling either way because I can see both sides of an argument and both seem really logical to me. So figuring out my baby’s needs had always been a mystery because I always thought “hm, they’re crying. Well, they could need a new diaper, they could need to eat, they could have a gas pain, they could be growing, and they are definitely tired!” I never knew which one to address and am prone to taking the easy way out so I would usually just nurse them. Which often works, but doesn’t do a great job of teaching them to fall asleep, if that is indeed the cause of the crying. I’ve been extremely grateful that whatever the reason, I have a baby that’s easier to read. I’ve also made it more of a priority to figure out what she might need and focus on that, eliminating the less likely issues (obviously if the crying persists I would go back to those other issues, I just put more effort into addressing what I think is probably he cause). I’m more aware of her. Something that’s really hard to do when you’re super sleep deprived, I know. Been there.
4) Doing this with three other kids – in a family of 6, there is always someone who needs something. And with George and walking him to sleep for 20 minutes in a darkened room, it was incredibly stressful. I never knew if he would sleep (the tiniest little interruption would start the 20 minute process all over again) or if the kids in the other room were being good and staying safe. But I’ve realized something. Not everyone always gets what they want exactly at the moment that they want it. The baby obviously gets priority, most of the time. But occasionally I’ve had to put her down and go do something when she really wasn’t ok with it. Like wipe a poopy butt or save someone from something dangerous. And occasionally I have to run out in the middle of putting her to sleep. Because she’s tired she really doesn’t like it then. But she’s ok. And I come back within a minute or two. And I comfort her and we go back to our routine. The times during her nap when I’ve had to go in 4-5x, I just go in and comfort her until she settles back down and then come out within a few minutes, so I’m never gone very long from my older kids, but baby still gets what she needs. If she won’t settle after her 45 minute half-nap, no worries. There’s always another nap just a couple hours away and we can try it again then.
I thought of some other myths at the beginning of this post but I’ve been typing so long I’ve forgotten them and I’ll have to add them later. :) I hope this helps someone looking for a middle ground between CIO and AP. If you’ve gotten through the whole thing, good for you! It’s practically a book. But the baby pictures make it easier, right?