That’s one of the hardest lessons I’ve had to learn since becoming a mother. Just learning to let it go and just go with the flow. Not so easy for a type A person like me. I love structure, I love routine, I love knowing what to expect and when to expect it. Of course all of that flies right out of the window when you have a baby and anyone that tells you otherwise either doesn’t have a child of their own or are one of those types of parents that fall into the category of controlled crying and sleep training. I am not one of those parents.
The last 2 weeks have been magical. Little darling has settled into a wonderful day time routine, getting in about 6 hours of sleep during the day and always at more or less the same time. Between 8-9am, between 10-11am, between 12-3pm. Of course her night time sleeps have been very good, and I’m hoping that this will last as she’s never been difficult at night, so I’m hoping she will be one of those babies that just sleeps well at night from the word go. I only have to get up once at night for her usually somewhere between 1-3am and these are quick, lasting about 10 minutes and she sleeps from 7pm to 7am every night. Life has been blissful the last two weeks, so much so that it lulled me into a false sense of moonlight and roses in baby land. I even started telling W that I wanted to adopt again, next year, I wanted/want another one.
Fast forward to Wednesday, 10th March and the wheels just came off. Suddenly daytime sleeping went from 6 hours a day to about 3 hours a day, with lots of yelling in between and wanting to be cuddled all the time. In fact, the only thing, aside from cuddling and carrying her around all day that seemed to work, meant that I had to break the pre-parent judgy golden rule that W and I had. Putting her in her doughnut cushion, in front of Cartoon Network was the only thing that settled her. She loves Tom & Jerry! Talks to the TV and get so excited that she kicks her legs and waves those arms around. I guess when we become parents we realize that we do what we have to do in order to survive the difficult times. I suppose I should also mention the good, not just the bad, I am NOT one of those sleep deprived Mom’s, not yet anyway. My little darling, aside from only requiring one feed at night from the age of 3 weeks has started, intermittently, sleeping through. Since she was 6 weeks old, we’d get the occasional night about once a week, where she’d go right through. The last two nights in a row, she has slept right through so I’m really hoping that she’s setting a new trend.
Its now 10h17 and so far today, my little darling as slept for a total of 30 minutes! Add to that we’re off to the baby clinic in just over an hour for her second round of vaccinations and you’ll know what a fun day I’m in for! I tried putting her down for a nap earlier as she’s clearly tired, grabbing her ear, rubbing her eyes, holding her “dudu blankie” and sucking her dummy, but she’s having none of it, very strong willed little madam this one. As I walked back into her room to settle her and pop in her dummy for about the 20th time in 10 minutes this morning, I was thinking to myself about how this little darling has not only taught me to pull the stick out my ass and go with the flow, but damn she’s taught me patience. I’m now capable of repeating the most mundane of tasks about 100 times in a short period of time without batting an eye lid or loosing my cool!
Parenting, not only do we do the teaching but so do these little ones, in the words of my father…………(said with a smirk on his face and sarcasm in his voice) “she’s got your number!”