Googled the phrase “sleeping like a baby” to see who coined it. No luck, but my money’s on a childless man. Because now I have said baby, and I’ve struggled for 11 weeks to get her to sleep.
That phrase really bothers me as this baby jerks awake to random sounds. Not to mention the screaming, crying and lurching when she’s tired and needs to go down. I was about to start despairing when a friend passed me a book about sleep-training. It explained that babies needed naps, and that eventually they should be trained to sleep independently by the controversial “crying it out” method. Yikes, I balked at that idea.
I did find the part about napping helpful. Not knowing that Mila needed naps—or what a tired baby looked like—novice mum over here was over-stimulating poor baby. That sleep-training book helped me with spotting tired signs, and now I can mostly get her to nap four times a day if she’s worn in a sling. My style of getting her to sleep is a very loose interpretation—and some may say deviation—from the book’s instruction. Which I found rather rigid and too numbery. I’ve never been much of a clock-watcher or number-cruncher, so I couldn’t really get into the spirit of it.
So now Mila naps more. And is not as grumpypants when her dad gets home. I still have a long way to go before I can stop waking to feed three times a night. I can’t say night-feeding completely sucks, because I get a cute little wriggle and grin every time I stumble over to pick her up.