Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Sleep Issue

It's time to mom-up and I'm not excited about it.

Though the Monster's sleep pattern could be much worse, we (Nick, myself and our pediatrician) feel that the Monster is ready to start self-soothing. I've researched, read and than re-read the various methods of getting the babeh to sleep through the night and it came down to The Ferber Method and the Sleep Lady Shuffle. Why were we tied between two almost extremes, you ask? The newer version of the Ferber method is actually a lot gentler than before and, if we stick to it, Monster should be able to self-soothe and sleep better through the night. The "shuffle" is a sort of supervised crying (if it even comes down to crying) rather than crying-it-out, but it takes longer.

You may ask why we even had to think about it, but it really isn't a decision that should be taken lightly. We want it to work and in order to do so, we have to be able to stick with it.

We started the Shuffle last night. Or a variation of the shuffle at least.

Monster still enjoys his pacifier, so rather than quit it cold turkey we're going to ease him off. I'm not entirely sure how, but for now when he cries at night, he gets the pacifier and one of us stays with him until he falls asleep (but no picking him up). Eventually we will go without it, but I want to talk to the pediatrician first on a good way to do it.

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On another note, I start school tomorrow. Boo. I'm going to miss my little Monster, but I survived a night without him (albeit with a lot of tears) so I think I'll be ok tomorrow. I will update on our sleep progress as the weeks progress.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Separation Anxiety

Monday I go back to school... and I will be there from 9 to 3. I have never been away from my Monster for more than a few hours and the closer the weekend comes, the more anxious I get.

For some crazy reason, I decided to let Monster stay the night at my MIL's house this Friday night. Before people (if there is anyone reading this) jump to conclusions, I absolutely trust Lori with the Monster and the husband and I could really use a nice night to ourselves. But I don't think I'm ready. And I don't know how nice of a night we will have since I'm sure that I will want to just go to bed early after I'm done crying my eyeballs out. However, I can't my mind. Lori and Nick would be super disappointed and, as much as I hate admitting it, I know that I could really use a break.

Sadly, what I really need is an all-day spa treat followed by a nice hotel room.... by myself. It's not that I don't love being with Nick, and it's not that I'm not looking forward to going out to re-kindle some of the spark we've lost, but I really feel that I don't do anything for myself. Yes, I buy myself things, I eat ice cream (much to the dismay of my growing waistline), and I gab with the few friends I have, but I need a real "me day."

I know I have touched upon this already, but it makes me sad that all I wanted to do this summer was finish one stupid painting and I never did... and I doubt I will before Monday. But there is a baby to tend to and a house to keep clean (and I'm barely able to keep up with the most basic cleaning tasks). I wish that I could just say to Nick, "You're watching the baby tonight so I can do something for me," which he has said me a few times (not quite like that though.) It's not that Nick would tell me no (well he would depending on the situation) but I have this fear- perhaps unfounded- that he thinks all I do is sit on my ass all day long while he's out making the money I spend on coffee and such. Heaven knows that I don't, I mean heck, today I was nearly in tears because I decided to nap when Monster was napping instead of clean and I felt so guilty. So asking Nick to give up his personal time (which usually involves some game on his computer) after work so I can paint just isn't going to happen. Yes, I get that I am complaining about not doing something when I have no intention of actually trying. I am a sad, sad person.

I'm going to go look at my sleeping child now. His precious face always cheers me up.