Big girl
I'm torn. Part of me is thrilled to announce that Nora slept in her own room, in her own crib, all night last night. It was such a relief to have her in a safe place with that super-sensitive baby monitor that will tell us if she stops breathing at night. Yes, paranoia is a bad thing, but I think our freaking out is a little justified. I'm far less likely to leave things up to "if it's meant to be" than I was before. I guess I'm gun shy.
I learned a few things last night about my daughter. One is that she's capable of being swaddled, but it takes a huge blanket and folding her hands like a mummy. The second thing is that she talks/fusses in her sleep A LOT and it's hard to not shoot up in the bed and want to throw a boob in her mouth. Third item of note is that she doesn't need boobie as often as I thought she did.
The last thing also works as something I learned about myself.
We put her down at nine and she slept until a little after midnight. I changed her diaper, fed her, then put her back to bed. An hour later she woke up, so I fed her, half-asleep and only a little annoyed. Next thing I know, she's awake AGAIN and I decided that she wasn't hungry and just rocked her for a bit. She soothed and went back to sleep. I made the mistake of laying her in the crib without tightly swaddling her and she fought her way out around three in the morning. At that time I just Ninja Swaddled her and turned on the white noise bear and walked out of the room. No rocking, no holding, just swaddling and the bear. She sort of drifted in and out of sleep for the next two hours, chatting to herself, but not screaming. I'm not sure she got any real sleep, but she was calm and capable of being alone in the room and that's an amazing thing. Around five-thirty she had a poopie diaper, so we all got up and started our day.
I had the hardest time not running in the room every time I heard her on the monitor. I think once I'm more comfortable with her being in the other room, I'm going to turn the monitor down so I only hear the most distressed cries. I'll get more sleep that way. Well, I'll get some sleep.
Admittedly it was so nice to have the bed and not worry about rolling over on her, or having the dog get territorial and snap at her in the dark. Adam joined me in the room for the first time in months and I felt like a married woman, not just a mother.
All in all, for the first night I think we were pretty successful.
I learned a few things last night about my daughter. One is that she's capable of being swaddled, but it takes a huge blanket and folding her hands like a mummy. The second thing is that she talks/fusses in her sleep A LOT and it's hard to not shoot up in the bed and want to throw a boob in her mouth. Third item of note is that she doesn't need boobie as often as I thought she did.
The last thing also works as something I learned about myself.
We put her down at nine and she slept until a little after midnight. I changed her diaper, fed her, then put her back to bed. An hour later she woke up, so I fed her, half-asleep and only a little annoyed. Next thing I know, she's awake AGAIN and I decided that she wasn't hungry and just rocked her for a bit. She soothed and went back to sleep. I made the mistake of laying her in the crib without tightly swaddling her and she fought her way out around three in the morning. At that time I just Ninja Swaddled her and turned on the white noise bear and walked out of the room. No rocking, no holding, just swaddling and the bear. She sort of drifted in and out of sleep for the next two hours, chatting to herself, but not screaming. I'm not sure she got any real sleep, but she was calm and capable of being alone in the room and that's an amazing thing. Around five-thirty she had a poopie diaper, so we all got up and started our day.
I had the hardest time not running in the room every time I heard her on the monitor. I think once I'm more comfortable with her being in the other room, I'm going to turn the monitor down so I only hear the most distressed cries. I'll get more sleep that way. Well, I'll get some sleep.
Admittedly it was so nice to have the bed and not worry about rolling over on her, or having the dog get territorial and snap at her in the dark. Adam joined me in the room for the first time in months and I felt like a married woman, not just a mother.
All in all, for the first night I think we were pretty successful.
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