A few months ago I wrote a post about baby sleep and how we were well on our way to having it all figured out. You know that old adage, “It’s not you, it’s me?” That’s how I felt when it came to Jay’s sleep. Maybe he wasn’t just an innately poor sleeper — maybe it was that we had taught him wrong. We created some really bad sleep habits with him and paid for it for years. Actually, we’re still paying for it as even now he frequently wakes up a few times a night.
But no. With Elle, we were going to do things differently. It would be neither “you“ nor “me“ because this time, we were going to do things right. No shushing, bouncing, rocking, hopping on one foot with the water running circus performance. Nope, no bad sleep habits for us. We would put her down drowsy and awake so she could learn to fall asleep on her own. We would have her sleep everywhere, so she could be a portable sleeper. We would NOT lower our voices during nap time, so she could learn to be a sound sleeper.
Well dears, I hope you like crow, because that’s what’s for dinner.
I don’t really know where we went wrong. We really did try all of those things, yet here we are. She used to fall asleep on her own and sleep for hours, but that’s a thing of the past. Now? Call us the Ringling Brothers because we’re definitely in the circus business.
For some reason, this girl fights sleep like it’s her passion in life, but she’s not one of those happy awake babies. No, if she’s tired, we all know it…or rather hear it. Put her down, pick her up, hold her rock her bounce her…she cries. Finally eventually she’s exhausted enough to fall asleep, only to wake up 40 minutes later, at most.
And night time? Girlfriend still won’t go to bed before midnight…Elle, don’t you know we are not a party family in this household?
So where does this bring us? Tired, confused, trying to figure it out, but knowing we probably just need to wait it out (please please please let this just be a growth spurt thing). We’ve read all the books and tried all of the tricks. We did it right. I just have to go back to what Jay’s old pediatrician said: “You get the sleeper that you get”.
And I guess we’re living proof of that. First baby…we did it all wrong and had a horrible sleeper. Second baby, we did it all right and still have a bad sleeper. Maybe a just a little less horrible. Turns out, “It’s not me, it’s you, Ellie Belly.”
So mommies of bad sleepers, if you’re beating yourself up wondering where you went wrong, don’t worry, it’s probably not you, it’s your baby. At least they’re cute, right?