Rough first night. Little P outlasted the sleep consultant's estimate by a good half hour. I sat in the kitchen, hands shaking, decoupaging laundry clips, downing glasses of wine, eating too much carbs, while anxiously watching the whole thing unfold on the baby monitor.
I would have buckled if I was the one in the room with pnut. His sad cries would have destroyed any conviction I had. Fingers crossed tomorrow is a better day.
Friday 20 September 2013
Thursday 19 September 2013
A high needs baby meets a sleep consultant
After almost a year of suffering, we have turned to the pros.
Let me begin by introducing you to my son, Little P. P is a healthy, sweet, smiling, adorable little boy who has never been able to sleep on his own. From the first night in the hospital to his 8th month here at home, we've had to cuddle him, hold him, or nurse him to sleep. Even then it's been hit and miss.
Dr. Sear's high needs baby description basically fits him to a tee. Our child, the love of our life, the light of our hearts, the apple of our eyes, is a fussy baby. He craves our touch, our affection, our presence all the time. It's exhausting work. Unfortunately, that's what caring for him has become: Work.
My husband realized at some point that my sanity was at stake. I was getting two hours of sleep before waking up to nurse for 15 mins every single night. I was tired, irritable, and starting to get depressed. I resented his comparatively fitful sleeps. That's when we called in the big guns. A $400 sleep consultant who promises to make our little insomniac a sound sleeper.
Tomorrow is day one. We have a 10 am appointment and so it begins. Part of me is just shaking with excitement and the other part is cringing in dread. This won't be easy.
I don't know why I started this blog other than as an outlet for the crazy anxious thoughts running through my head right now. I did just finish off a lovely glass of wine too. Little P is sleeping right now in daddy's arms, lips puckered, little snores escaping from his sweet nose. He doesn't know what tomorrow is going to bring...but I'm hoping for the best outcome for both of us.
Goodnight.
Let me begin by introducing you to my son, Little P. P is a healthy, sweet, smiling, adorable little boy who has never been able to sleep on his own. From the first night in the hospital to his 8th month here at home, we've had to cuddle him, hold him, or nurse him to sleep. Even then it's been hit and miss.
Dr. Sear's high needs baby description basically fits him to a tee. Our child, the love of our life, the light of our hearts, the apple of our eyes, is a fussy baby. He craves our touch, our affection, our presence all the time. It's exhausting work. Unfortunately, that's what caring for him has become: Work.
My husband realized at some point that my sanity was at stake. I was getting two hours of sleep before waking up to nurse for 15 mins every single night. I was tired, irritable, and starting to get depressed. I resented his comparatively fitful sleeps. That's when we called in the big guns. A $400 sleep consultant who promises to make our little insomniac a sound sleeper.
Tomorrow is day one. We have a 10 am appointment and so it begins. Part of me is just shaking with excitement and the other part is cringing in dread. This won't be easy.
I don't know why I started this blog other than as an outlet for the crazy anxious thoughts running through my head right now. I did just finish off a lovely glass of wine too. Little P is sleeping right now in daddy's arms, lips puckered, little snores escaping from his sweet nose. He doesn't know what tomorrow is going to bring...but I'm hoping for the best outcome for both of us.
Goodnight.
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