Thursday, September 26, 2013

Shhhhh! You'll Wake the Baby!

Who wouldn't want to wake up to this every morning? This was taken when we were visitng a friend.
He had a rough night for some reason, and I didn't want his crying to wake everyone up, so I let him sleep with me.
Not very restful sleep, but a nice cuddly morning.
Before I get into this post, I want to tell you that I realized at 2am this morning, while crouching and coughing in my steam shower why all of the sick people in the English novels I have read go to Bath for the sea air. I am so dumb, I thought it was just because the beach was relaxing or something. But it is nature's humidifier! A true A-HA moment.

WILL THE SICKNESSES EVER END??? A daycare person told me a while back that the eight month mark is when the sicknesses start to fade out a bit. I am pretty sure that was just a random age she threw out off the cuff, but I have been hanging on to that statement like a life jacket. Ben will be seven months next week. That means only one month left until sweet sweet relief. Tune in later to find out if this is true or just something you tell crazy new moms with kids at daycare so they don't kill themselves.

So - waking the baby. It's a terrible thing, and it is always someone's fault (besides the baby). Before I had Ben, people would say something along the lines of, "Make sure to have lots of noise going on while the baby sleeps. You don't want him to get used to having it completely quiet." Or something along those lines. I would nod solemnly. Yes, of course. Sounded like a no-brainer. I would have the Macy's mother-effing parade going on in the background. Everyday! That way, I could opera sing my way through the day while banging pots and pans together and not worry about waking him up. I would be the perfect mother!

HA! I had no clue how tired I would be. I was so so tired when Ben was a newborn that sometimes I would cry. Just because I was so tired. It wouldn't be so bad during the day, but when night started to fall, I would actually get a bit of anxiety, because I had no clue what the night would bring. Would I get two or three hours of sleep in a row? Would he cry all night? Would he poop on everything?

Needless to say, I didn't really feel like making noise when he finally fell asleep. I wanted him to stay asleep. At. All. Costs. In fact, the following things happened:
  • Dan DW-40ed all of the doors in the house.
  • We started watching TV on the 10 volume setting (versus the 18).
  • We stopped closing the kitchen cabinet doors.
  • We would not empty the dishwasher.
  • We would tip-toe around avoiding creaky spots in the floor. There are a lot of creaky spots.
  • I took off Shelby's clangy collar and tags while she was in the house, and had a really long conversation with her about barking.
  • I would take the phone off of the hook if I could remember, otherwise I would snarl at anyone who dared to call the house.
  • Changed my iphone to vibrate.
Well, you live and learn. If he's going to wake up, he's going to wake up. If he is sleeping hard enough, noise doesn't bother him. For instance, a couple of mornings ago before work, Dan accidentally set off the alarm letting Shelby out. The alarm that is supposed to scare off intruders and alert the entire neighborhood that we are being robbed. Ben slept like a log right through it. However, earlier during the night, I coughed loudly and shifted in the bed. This caused him to wake up. There is no rhyme or reason to it. He is a total weirdo.

I am much less scared of waking him up than I was at the beginning, because he has a routine now and also is getting pretty good at soothing himself back to sleep. Seeing him putting his pacifier back in his mouth on his own (via the video monitor) was like watching Moses walk on water. However, we still do most of the "quiet" stuff above. We are just more laid back about it and not quivering in fear. I will actually run the dishwasher and washer/dryer. We watch TV at a normal level.

So I guess the gist of this post is to say to new mothers: Don't feel badly about wanting your house to be quiet as a church mouse. You're still cool, laid back, and fun. You just really really want some rest. Also, a rested baby is a happier baby. In a few months, it will all even out!





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