I haven’t been blogging because I haven’t been sleeping. Of course, I haven’t actually slept a full straight 8 hours in 19 months, but anyways. As I mentioned before, Frankie’s sleep schedule was nonexistent during the holidays, and (probably due to extreme sleep deprivation on his part) he slept almost through the night for the first few nights back in Springfield. But that soon stopped, and I’ve found myself back to nursing about 2-3 times a night. Giant sigh. I know that I have to teach him to self-soothe and that he’s too old to be nursing every two hours. I know. I know. But sometimes, a momma just got to get her sleep.
Interestingly, tonight I nursed Frankie around 8:00 (a little early for us, but he didn’t nap long), and when I brought him upstairs, he woke up and sort of rolled around in the crib a bit. I tried rubbing his back and humming this little hum song from Kimya Dawson that I love, and then resorted to rocking him and humming and rubbing. He wasn’t asleep, but I was getting tired and started thinking, hmmm, maybe it’s Daddy’s turn now? So I laid him down, and, lo and behold, he curled up and has been sleeping soundly for about an hour. Is this the path to self-soothing? We’ll see how it goes.
Repeat after me: he will be weaned before college. He will be weaned before college. He will be weaned before college. (Note: this saying also works well by replacing weaned with sleep through the night/co-sleeping/potty trained/feeding himself/hurling himself to the floor in fits of temper. That last one might happen during college).