I think I’m taking on some of my husband’s ways in my old age.
I am terrible at getting my babies to sleep on their own. I know there are miraculous books on how to do this, but I’m much too lazy to read them.
For all of my children I’ve resorted to the express method–crying it out. I knew the outcome would be worth it, but it was always a dreaded time.
With my second baby I was particularly upset one night. My little girl was crying her most pathetic cry and my husband was sound asleep. His indifferent heavy breathing was grating on my every nerve. So, I did what any frazzled mother would do. I thumped him on the shoulder and woke him up.
“How can you sleep when our baby suffers.”
“Just turn off the monitor and go to sleep.” he mumbled.
“How can you say that?! Doesn’t it pain you to your utter core to know our baby is suffering?”
“What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you get upset? How can you sleep at a time like this!?!
Now I had his attention.
“You say that. But would you want me to get upset? Would you want me to stay up with you and cry and worry? Do you really want your husband to be like that?”
Dang him! I knew my husband had a lame point, but I was NOT going to give him the satisfaction of telling him he was right. Instead, I kicked him and let him go back to sleep.
Baby #4 (13 months now) has already cried it out long ago, but has been sick this past month. I just couldn’t let him cry when he was so sick. So, I’ve been getting up with him at night. But, he is better and I am done.
Last night he got to cry it out. My heart ached as I went to my little man’s room, told him to go back to sleep, then left. As you would expect, he was not thrilled with my proclamation and cried, and cried. Reluctantly, I turned off the monitor and went to sleep.
Now, I’m still not admitting my husband was right, but my baby woke up giggling this morning and my extra sleep was blissful.
extra cuddles to my rejected little man today.