Every parent does things differently when raising his or her children. While I am not a fan of labels I do tend to fall into the attachment parenting bucket more often than not. I breastfeed, baby wear, make Peanut’s baby food from scratch, and co-sleep. I never thought that I would co-sleep. I didn’t want my child to still crawl into bed with my husband and me at the age of sixteen. We need our own space EVENTUALLY. My entire life is baby-fied including my marital bed.
NOT COOL, PEANUT. Children are the ultimate cockblockers.
So for the past eight-ish months I have been snuggling with my little bundle of spit and poop while getting very little sleep. She would wake about once an hour to comfort nurse. It was convenient for her to fuss just enough to wake me up so I could whip out my breast for her.
She is a smooth operator.
She wasn’t hungry. There was no fucking way that she needed to eat that much.
NO. FUCKING. WAY.
I don’t mind nursing her to sleep but I do mind her resisting until one in the morning. Babies need more sleep at night than what she was getting.
I swear I didn’t want to do it but I was losing my mind. I was not getting any sleep and I doubt she was feeling well-rested either. We needed to have some time apart. I needed my nights back. I needed ME time without a baby attached to me.
So I let her cry it out.
If I had tried it a month ago I would have felt like the worst mother in the universe. I was certain that there were things I hadn’t tried, methods that were still to be tested, the right lullaby, the right book, the right pajamas, the right room temperature.
And guess what? NOT MY BABY.
Something tells me that I’m part of the majority on this one.
If I have ever made you feel bad about using the cry it out “method” with your child then I am sorry. A thousand times over I’m sorry.
SO VERY SORRY.
Get it? I’m apologizing.
It is hard to hear her cry. Luckily she falls asleep within thirty minutes so I don’t have to endure it for too long. When I go in to check on her she is sleeping on her stomach as if she fell asleep while sitting up and then just fell forward. It’s heartbreaking.
Well, not really.
She sleeps soundly and peacefully, get this…
ALL NIGHT LONG.
She usually goes down around nine and wakes up around nine the next morning.
She is a fucking rock star. The reigning queen of dream land.
And now I can get some sleep too. Or have sex with my husband. But probably mostly sleep.
*FTC disclosure: I did not get paid a damn thing for mentioning this book. Not only that but I even bought the book with my own money! In a real brick and mortar bookstore!
**Pantley is the author of the above-mentioned book. I have never met her nor have I corresponded with her in any way. We aren’t friends. Just so you know.