Cry it Out

I think breastfeeding and sleep are two of the most debated and controversial topics out there for moms. I want to support all moms in all of their choices. What we do in our family is what's best for us, and I don't judge others for choosing different routes.

Graham has always been an awesome sleeper and I think it's because he came so early. We would usually have to wake him up to feed him when he was an infant. He was sleeping almost 6 hours during the night by one month. And by 2 months, I think we were up to 8-10 hours a night. 3 months and on was 11-12 hours a night. God bless that little baby!

But...all good things must come to an end. And around 9 or 10 months, we really started to have some sleep problems.

I blame breastfeeding. Well, not really breastfeeding, but the end of our breastfeeding relationship. Around 5 months when Graham decided he liked the bottle better (click here to read about my entire breastfeeding experience) I was so upset. I missed all of our snuggle time. So I started to rock him to sleep at night. (Before this we could just lay him down in the crib and he would put himself to sleep.) In fact, I turned into that "creepy mom" that would go into his room after he'd been asleep for a while and pick him up, rock him, snuggle him and kiss him. (I'll admit, I was an emotional, hormonal mess.) I know now that we really screwed up a good thing by rocking him to sleep.

 

Rocking worked for us for a while. But around 9 months (when Graham started to get really active) he started fighting sleep. It would take almost an hour to rock him to sleep. And even then, once you stood up to lay him down, he would wake up. It got to be a pretty miserable cycle. AND he started waking up in the middle of the night. Sometimes even 4 or 5 times. And it was super hard to get him back to sleep.

We tried a lot of things, like having a routine and a consistent bedtime, but nothing helped. I even tried letting him sleep in our bed...but between him kicking me, sitting up, rolling over, talking and smacking me - I knew that co-sleeping wasn't for us.

I never wanted to be a "cry-it-out mom." (And I hate that people label moms. Breastfeeding mom, formula mom, cry-it-out mom, co-sleeping mom, attachment-parenting mom. Blah!) But nothing else was working for us. We tried modified cry-it-out first. (Where you stay in the room with them, but don't pick them up.) We gave that about a month before we realized it wasn't going to work.

So I started doing tons of research on cry-it-out. And man, some of the stuff that's out there will make you feel like a terrible mom for even considering cry-it-out. There was one article in particular I read when we were in the trenches of the first week of CIO. The article was so bad that I cried for hours that night - worrying that we were doing the wrong thing and permanently damaging our poor son.

The website that I found most helpful was troublesometots.com. Lots of great information and stories from moms.

So we decided to try it for a week. The first night was absolutely awful. One of the worst nights of my life. Graham cried for 45 minutes. I cried for FOUR HOURS. I think CIO actually refers to what the moms have to do - not the babies. And sleep training refers to training parents to be able to listen to their babies cry and learn to accept it and not run to their rescue. But the next night was better. Only 30 minutes of crying. The next night was just 10 minutes, and the next was just 5.

I remember thinking, "Damn it - it works...and I HATE that it works!" It goes against everything I feel and everything I wanted to be as a mom. But...it worked for us.

 

Now when we put Graham to bed, he fusses anywhere from 2 to 15 minutes. But he does go to sleep. And I'm not cruel - if he's sick or we've had a rough day, I'll still rock my baby.

AND he's sleeping fully through the night again. No more waking up multiple times. :)

We're all more rested and happier.

Happy birthday to my baby boy

On September 2nd, you turned a year old. Happy birthday to you! How can you already be one? I feel like it was just yesterday we were heading to the hospital-I was worrying about how they were going to laugh and send us home because there's no way it was already time for you to come...

 

Your birthday was bittersweet for me. I love this age. You are so much fun right now. We play and sing and laugh and read and color and dance - I love seeing things through your new eyes. But I miss you as a cuddly, snugly baby. The rare moments when you fall asleep in my arms now, I kiss your sweet lips over and over and over - risking waking you up. But you're too busy these days for kisses and snuggles.

I had no idea how much I would love you. How breathing in your baby smell when I sniff the top of your head would make my heart swell up and tears come to my eyes. How kissing your pudgy cheeks just makes me want to kiss you again and again and again until you get annoyed with me. 

 

And when you do get into a snugly mood - oh how I cherish it. Those wet, slobbery kisses. Your soft little hands holding mine. 

No one told me how hard your first birthday would hit me. I want you to grow and learn and become a goofy kid and eventually a mature, responsible adult. But I wish you could stay my baby forever. I didn't know it would be this hard to watch you grow up. 

I love you so much Graham. I hope you always remember how much I love you.
 

Falling Behind!

Y'all, there are so many posts I need to type up here on the old blog. Graham's first birthday, our Tybee trip, Graham's 11th and 12th month post, Josh's sister's bachelorette weekend - the list goes on! Hopefully I'll get my act together soon. I may need to take a little blogger hiatus after I get those posted. Graham is at a very needy age and doesn't play too well by himself. I'm hoping this stage doesn't last long...

But I sure do love that little booger and I'm enjoying all of the time we do spend together. 

Happy birthday Graham!!

We had a wonderful weekend celebrating!