First night

This morning at playgroup a fellow mom told me about the 8 week sleep solution, or something like that, that she and her husband had implemented for their daughter. I haven’t been excited about implementing routines, but I know its important to get Addie on something that is healthy for her.

Tony has been reading “Healthy Habits, Happy Baby” and summarizing the important parts for me. I’ve been too tired actually trying to get Addie to sleep in the middle of the night to bother reading about it during the day. Apparently the author discusses a similar concept to be put into practice on or around 8 weeks. Addie is now about there, and tonight was the big event. From what I’ve been told, you are supposed to put them down while they are still somewhat awake, so they can learn to get themselves to sleep. Tony is playing hockey tonight, so I did it all by myself and…

it worked!

I think she actually feel asleep more easily than if I had been in the room; sometimes it feels like if she senses I’m around, it’s harder for her to fall asleep. Or perhaps this is just a great night and she’s giving me a break to chill downstairs and have a glass of wine.

Of course, while I’m downstairs blogging/facebooking, I’m also obsessively checking the video monitor to make sure that theres movement in that little bassinet. The technique says that you’re supposed to let them cry it out. I’m not a big believer in a “one way” type of parenting…I also don’t know if I’m ‘man’ enough to let my kid sob upstairs all by herself. Is that what it means to be a parent? Ick. Perhaps I’ll get there. She’s starting to cry now according to my monitors noise meter…its hard to watch them look so sad. Tough it out Katie. Tough it out.

On other news, Mom and Baby hit the gym for the second time today. Addie did well, she slept like an angel throughout the horrendous screaming of a fellow baby, this one probably about 8 or 9 months old. I now know what it feels like to be that mom with the child that the entire YMCA can hear exercising her lungs, but I couldn’t help but kind of giggle. Not because I was glad it wasn’t my child, just because, for some reason hearing the harmonious noise of a ton of children screaming at once makes me so glad I don’t work in childcare. Those very unfortunate but heroic ladies at my YMCA deserve medals. And a strong drink.