Mommy hearts aren't meant to let their
sweet babies cry. As I sit here in the overstuffed armchair my dad
reclaims on every visit to my home, all I want to do is go rescue my
adorable son from his loneliness. You see, we are sleep training. He is in his Rock'n'Play. Alone. I am in the living room. Alone. The dog is pacing the hallway, clearly unsure of why I am letting his little brother cry (evidenced by the way he nudges my hand or knee every three laps.)
Peanut is sad. I am sad. We are sad. (Je
vous en prie, repete, "Peanut est desole. Je suis desole. Nous
sommes desole.")
(Aside: That French was probably VERY
inaccurate. Since studying French I've attempted German and
Russian. Truthfully, I stink at them all. Sorry Madame Hodge, Keeta, and Maike.)
I could fix our saddies SO easily. Walk
into the room. Pick up Peanut. Cuddle. Problem fixed.
Yay! Mommy fixed the saddies!
For now.
Unfortunately, I want Peanut to learn
to self-soothe. For a few nights I've attempted to put him to bed
awake, but drowsy after our nighttime routine. Every night except
last night he fell asleep before I put him down. Last night he was
drowsy and whimpered for a few minutes before crashing.
Tonight he was drowsy, but has now
worked himself into a frenzy equal to the crowd waiting in line for deep fried Oreos at the Ohio state fair.
In an effort to keep my tush in this
chair I am reading and rereading Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child
by Marc Weissbluth. My belligerance with this author is
increasing. Example:
HSHHC: This may be the first time
you will ignore your child's protests.
Me: No shit, Sherlock. Baby cries.
Mommy fixes. Repeat. I want him to know that he can rely on me.
Always. Leo+Mommy=Rainbows, push up pops, and cherry kool-aid
happiness
See how happy cherry kool-aid can make one?
HSHHC: When your child is crying and
he is not hungry, say to yourself, "My baby is crying because he
loves me so much he wants my company, but he needs to sleep."
Me: Precisely! I will cuddle him as
he sleeps. Agreed! (Begins to get up from chair as the next sentence
catches her eye.)
HSHHC: I know the value of good
sleep...
Me: (Warily agreeing) Yes...
HSHHC: ... and I love my baby so
much that I am going to let him sleep.
Me: Damn you, Weissy. (Internal
dilemna) Now if I go get him, The Weisster will accuse me of not
loving him enough to give him quality sleep. Grr. (Booty resumes
imprinting on chair.)
HSHHC: At some future point you will
teach other health habits such as hand washing or tooth brushing...
Later still, you're not going to risk brain damage by letting him
ride his bike without a helmet.
Me: You're seriously equating
picking up my crying, lonely 4 month infant with potential brain
damage!? If I refill his disposable water bottle at socer practice
when he is four, I suppose I'd be supporting cancer too, huh.
HSHCC: Starting early and being
consistent are the keys to establishing good habits.
Me: Grrrr. Every once in awhile I
agree with your drivel, and there you go, hitting my beginning of the
school year theory perfectly. Rats.
Hey... Leo is silent... Thanks, Dr. Weissbluth. (Until tomorrow, you blizzard-hating sadist.)