Thursday, March 5, 2009

Hallelujah!

Like many mothers, I have struggled between the two extremes of letting your baby "cry it out" and letting your baby keep you up all night. It has been rough. Those of you who know me well are aware that I would rather wake up every 30 minutes than leave my baby to cry it out by herself. I've read the books, I've researched it, I've tried different strategies, but up until now, Bella woke up almost every two to three hours to nurse. It wasn't very disruptive. She'd wake up, moan a bit and then I'd nurse her and we'd both fall asleep like that. That's the beauty of bed sharing. The problem was, though, that it was killing my back to fall asleep that way!!

Finally one day I stumbled across the book "The Aware Baby" by Aletha J. Solter. She promotes letting your baby cry... just not CRY IT OUT. She claims that crying is a completely natural and useful function; a stress-releasing mechanism. There has even been research done which affirms that tears contain stress-related chemicals. Of course I was a bit leery at first, but she proposes that instead of nursing your baby to sleep every night, which is basically just a crutch, (She thinks nursing is often used to distract from the need to cry. I'm not so sure I agree with all of her claims, but many of them make a lot of sense.) she suggests holding your baby and just letting her cry. Let her cry while you hold her and love her and let her know that you are there for her, and in doing so , you are showing her that crying is ok and allowing her to get out all of that built up frustration and stress.

One night after Bella had eaten but hadn't fallen asleep yet, she went in for a night cap, but I cut her off. She WAS NOT HAPPY. She cried and flailed, and kicked and screamed for almost one hour. I held her and patted her and keep saying, "that's right. Just let it all out. Just let it out." And she did. It was amazing because instead of me feeling the need to get her to be quiet and stop her crying, which usually stresses me out, I was relaxed and able to listen to her cries without feeling like a terrible mother. When she was done with her fit, she fell asleep and slept for a five hour stretch!!! What's more, the next day, Alex tried to put her down (this is something that NEVER happens because she will only nurse to sleep) and she cried for a few minutes, but then fell asleep in his arms!!

Since then she has been sleeping for seven hour stretches, falling asleep without nursing or very much crying, and letting Alex put her down for naps as well. I am completely amazed! Oh, and on top of that, she has been in a much better mood! This book made me think about how relaxed I feel after a good cry, and how sometimes, the only thing I know that will make me feel better is letting it all out threw my tears. When I realized this, it just made sense that babies too need to cry.

If you are interested in her research, I would highly recommend reading the book. I felt she made some very large leaps of logic every now and then and sometimes cited studies that were far from scientific, but for the most part, I believe she is really on to something. She does emphasize that crying is a baby's way of communicating a need, so before just letting your baby cry, you must first figure out if there is another need that is not being met. There are many times, though, that babies cry and we have no idea why. This is when she suggests holding them close and telling them that you love them, and that it is ok to cry.

I was always so jealous of those stories of moms who had found the "miracle cure" to their baby's sleep problems, and I figured I would just have to wait it out. I am so relieved that I am able to be here, typing this and I know that I'm not going to be interrupted over and over again until I finally surrender and take Bella to bed. Yay for Dr. Solter!! Yay for crying!! Yay for a back that isn't killing me anymore!!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

God, My Daughter's Cute!

In February we cleaned up the balcony so Bella could play "outside"
AAAH, city living!


We went to the beach, and Bella made herself right at home.



And she started a few new hobbies - pushing chairs around and digging through the garbage and recycling bins.

This past week she went on a few excursions with The YaYos, started clapping her hands, went to a birthday party ...

Then she got sick and spent three days indoors blowing snot bubbles with her nose (don't worry. I didn't take any pictures of that).

Thursday, February 19, 2009

What's that Floating in the Water?

It's pooh! Yes, that's right. Pooh indeed.

Part of Bella's nighttime routine is taking a bath, usually without soap but with a few dashes of almond oil to prevent her skin from drying out. I light some candles to create a peaceful mood, turn down the other lights in our house and put on some soft, soothing music. It's a great time for both of us to calm down.

A few nights ago, I was undressing Bella for bath time, like usual. Everything was prepared, the lights were off and the heater and candles were the only light in the bathroom. I quickly undressed her, then took off the diaper and quickly folded it over and left it on the floor to put in the bin later without paying much thought to it.

So she's in the bathtub. The lights are low, she's playing with her toys, I'm splashing her with water... We are gleeful. We could be in a damn Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo commercial. And then I notice something floating in the water. It appears to be a chunk of something... toe lint? No, wait. There's a lot more... And then I remember the diaper I so carelessly threw to the floor. Oh my god, I'm bathing my daughter in pooh!

This is when things get a bit fuzzy. I tried to drain the bathwater and use the water to rinse off the diaper in the toilet (all the while holding on to Bella's arm), but with all the extra movement, the drain hose came loose, and poopy water started spraying all over the floor. I went to plug up the drain hole, but couldn't find the plug. Where the heck was it?? Oh, there it is. Bella's chewing on it. Fantastic. I grab it from her, she starts crying. I plug it up, put the hose back in and continue draining the bathwater while I soap her up, which means I'll have to grab the shower head to rinse her. Unfortunately, it takes forever for the water to heat up, so I'm filling her bath with cold water... and remember, I'm doing all of this by candle light!!!

It was a mess. I finally called Alex to help me. He immediately turned the lights on and we put her in our bathtub for her very first shower. She loved it. Not that she thought the poopy bath was that bad, anyway. The most traumatic part of the entire situation for her was when I took the poopy plug away.