Six months in
>> Saturday, January 1, 2011 –
daily life,
motherhood,
Timothy
If you can believe it, our little guy is now 6 (6.5, really) months old. And here's what we know so far...
Stats
- Weight: 14.5 lbs
- Length: 26.25 inches
- Lillian and Laddie (We get the biggest smiles when either one comes in the room, and nursing quickly comes to an end; whatever they are doing is infinitely more interesting than eating.)
- Anything colorful
- Anything that makes noise
- Tags
- Grabbing anything within arm's reach
- Practicing yoga moves that any yogi would be totally jealous of (usually during a diaper change, making my job nearly impossible)
- Gnawing on his hands
- Gnawing on my hands
- Gnawing on anything that fits in his mouth, really
- Getting his face wiped off
- Sleeping
- Being alone (for even two seconds)
- Having what he's gnawing on taken away
- Sleeping (Wait; did I say that already?)
- Being put in his car seat
Our pediatrician was really less than helpful at Timothy's six-month check-up. After hearing how we approach bed time and what we've been doing, his response was, "Sounds like you know all the guidelines. The only thing I can say is that eventually he'll sleep." I guess I wasn't really expecting any earth-shattering advice. I mean, I do quite a bit of my own research online and had read what I could find about "establishing good sleep habits." But I was still hoping he'd have some gem of a revelation I haven't heard about.
I've tried so many different tactics. Formula before bed (maybe it will take longer to digest and he'll sleep better), more blankets (maybe he's cold), fewer blankets (maybe he's hot), a constant stream of lullabies (and not crappy ones...these are lullaby renditions of Journey and Queen), a mobile, teething tablets, a stuffed animal (maybe he gets lonely), the Sleep Sheep he got for Christmas (award winning can't be wrong, right?). Nothing seems to help. Some helped for a day or two, so I'm assuming that was actually just coincidence. The real problem, however, isn't getting him to sleep in the first place. It's getting him back to sleep once he wakes up - and while these solutions seemed to help in the initial falling asleep, they suddenly become ineffective at 3 in the morning.
One good thing about his sleeping, though, is that his 45-minute cat naps seem to be stretching out a little. Some days, we even get a 2-hour nap out of him. I guess I have to look at the bright side. Plus, during the day, he's so dang cute when he's awake (he can be cute in the middle of the night, too, but it's not much appreciated). I mean, how can you stay mad at a face like this?
So we're plugging away, and I just keep hoping that tonight will be the night. It's got to happen sometime, right? Right??
Well, certainly, one could not be upset with that boy for long! You have the right attitude and this phase, like all of them, will pass quickly. Remember, life isn't the number of breaths you take... :)