Sleep Training

October 15, 2014 at 9:13 pm (parenting) (, , )

DH and I have finally admitted that A needs to go through sleep training.

She’s 22 months old and has slept through the night only a handful of times. We have had her sleep with us, but since moving 3 months ago, she has had her own room. And about 2 months ago, we began having her sleep in her own room, but usually after she falls asleep in our room. Then we move her.

The last 3 nights, we have had to sleep in her room with her, starting around 1-2 a.m.

No more.

After a little research, a little reading, we decided to try the Ferber method, putting her to bed, and checking on her at intervals. And tonight is night 1.

She’s been crying off and on for 40 minutes, has thrown up once, and is still incredibly upset. Right now we are checking on her every 10 minutes, giving her some cuddles and kisses, but not picking her up or laying down with her.

I’m not going to lie, this is really hard. I cleaned up her throw-up; she was so upset that she was sick. But I know that she’s not hurt, and she has to learn to put herself to sleep. I really don’t like this, but at 22 months, she doesn’t need us to lay down next to her for nearly an hour to get to sleep.

We will see how long how this takes tonight, and can only hope that tomorrow night is easier.

9:24 update – LO just climbed out of bed, with a very poopy diaper. We put her back to bed in fresh jammies and will check on her again in 10 minutes. Chair set to block where the bed rail doesn’t extend to the end of her bed.

9:30 update – back out of bed. This time, closed door and can hear her beating on it.

9:41 update – All is quiet. We might be okay….but I have a feeling she is asleep on the floor, in front of the door.

Apparently the last round was successful. It took 1 hour and 10 minutes of near continuous crying. We’ve had a few nights where it’s taken nearly this long to get her to bed with us lying next to her, so this is progress.


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Lyrics and thoughts

January 9, 2013 at 12:08 pm (Intro) (, )

Read some sweet song lyrics today, based on a post on hellobee.  It made me think about how lucky I am to have my little girl.  I’m not an Ani DiFranco fan, but these really touched me. How can I judge my appearence, complain about looks, when I was given this treasure to take care of?


Lately I’ve been glaring into mirrors picking myself apart
You’d think at my age I’d thought of something better to do
Than making insecurity into a full time job
Making insecurity into an art
And I fear my life will be over
And I will have never lived in unfettered
Always glaring into mirrors
Mad, I don’t look better
But now here is this tiny baby
And they say she looks just like me
And she is smiling at me with that present infant glee
Yes, and I would defend to the ends of the earth
Her perfect right to be, be, be, be
So I’m beginning to see some problems
With the ongoing work of my mind
And I’ve got myself a new mantra
It says don’t forget to have a good time
Don’t let the sellers of stuff power enough to rob you of your grace
Love is all over the place
There’s nothing wrong with your face
Love is all over the place
There’s nothing wrong with your face

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Worst week ever

August 9, 2011 at 2:05 am (Baby Ducky, family, life) (, )

Last week was the hardest week of my life.  As you know, Wyatt and I have been super excited about becoming parents in March.  Well, on Monday, the doctor noticed some problems, and said be prepared for the worse possible scenario.    On Friday we had a check-up and were told that at our 9 ½ weeks, our little baby only measured 6 ½ weeks and there was no longer a heartbeat.  Friday evening I had a miscarriage.  To start a day pregnant and to end it not pregnant is agony.

We had the option to use a surgical procedure or pills to help my body finish the process.  Using the pills and feeling the pain as my body ended my pregnancy was the hardest thing that I have ever done.  I am blessed to have a husband who was supportive and understanding.  Our Friday  night was filled with the heartache of knowing that this little person that we had fallen in love with in such a short month would never be in our arms. We had begun to look at nursery items and seriously consider names, planning on a future with our Little One, when we were told that through no fault of our own, we wouldn’t have that time.

My husband and I have been blessed to have supportive friends and family. We got together with some of the women from our church on Saturday, and they were an absolute blessing, letting me talk about how hard Friday was.  On Sunday, our church family prayed with us
and we received hugs, love, and prayers.
I feel like we are healing, but I know it is going to be a long road
before we are there.  I read that having a miscarriage takes away the innocent excitement of pregnancy, and I can already feel that.  We have discussed when we will be able to try again, and even though we know it will be a few months before we are physically ready, I don’t know if emotionally we will be ready.  Last week,  as we prepared for the possibility of losing our baby and then dealing with the reality of it, we were comforted by the fact that God will be there with us through all that we are dealing with.  It’s truly been a time of leaning of Him and trusting that He knows what is best for us.

At one point Friday night, I found myself sitting on the bathroom floor, in pain despite the medicine, and hurting.  Wyatt was sitting in the hall, trying to be with me and supportive.  I remembered the hymn that comforted me when my dad has his heart attack, when work got absolutely overwhelming, and whenever life hurts.

There is just something about the lyrics that calms my heart and reminds who is truly in charge.  While we will never know why God chose for our baby to be at home with him instead of here with us, I know that we will get to see our baby someday.

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Life’s Update

July 26, 2011 at 12:50 am (Baby Ducky, diabetes, life) (, , , )

I got to “meet” Ducky today.  We had our first ultrasound and got to see Ducky’s heartbeat.  The ultrasound nurse said that she only saw one baby but because we were measuring early we might find another (slim chances).  As you may not know, Hubs and I are both twins so this is something we’ve discussed.  She did find a cyst on one ovary, but the dr. she consulted with didn’t seem especially concerned, so we will watch it and hope it just disappears by itself.

Ducky is measuring smaller than expected, by a week and a half.  The ultrasound can be within a week (plus or minus) so we shouldn’t be concerned (according to the tech) but we are a little because we’ve used Natural Family Planning and so we know exactly which day I got pregnant, exactly when I ovulated.  We will have another ultrasound either at 19 weeks (which seems so far away!) or possibly in between since I am considered high risk.  I really hope that it is sooner so that we can get an eye on the cyst and hopefully move our due date back to when it should be (in my humble opinion).

I am so emotional lately.  I’m tired a lot and am really frustrated by not having my blood sugar under control.  I’m either meeting with the Diabetes Specialist in person or over the phone twice a week and each visit has us upping the dosage of insulin.  This is really hard for me because I am starting to feel like this is hopeless.  I know that I am making the best food choices and being smart, but it feels like it isn’t working.  Adding the smaller baby, cyst, tiredness, frustration over not being able to eat what I want, and pregnancy emotions, it’s making me weepy and emotional.  I guess this too shall pass.

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