Perhaps one of the touchiest subjects among new parents of the Parakeet’s generation is sleep. Most moms (and dads) have an opinion. There are families who share the bed. There are parents who check on their infant’s every whimper and whine. There are moms who let babies cry themselves to sleep even if it takes over an hour. There is a wide spectrum of techniques and approaches to “teaching” something that seems like it would be innate. But self-soothing, friends, is not innate – turns out babies learn this behavior.
In an effort to avoid judgement and obsessiveness, the Parakeet originally didn’t adhere to any one “Sleep” philosophy. She enjoyed that Little O slept six hours a night by six weeks.
She did not, however, enjoy the endless walking it took to get him to nap. Her floors were beginning to show wear in the figure eight pattern she took from kitchen around dining room table. Over and Over again. So, once Owen was about eight weeks – and it seemed, during the day, he would sleep only while strapped to her body – she decided to read a little something something.
She had read one book while prego and remembered it didn’t have too much advice for the pre-three month olds. So, she tried another book. They weren’t that different, but she found the second one pretty instructive. She has kept sleep logs – little color coded graphs that her babysitters make fun of. She also tries real hard (with the help of the Huz) to not keep O awake more than two hours at a time.
He is so much Happier! It’s really really helping. Three Naps a day and at least 8 hours at night. Little O is going from Cranky Pants to Happy Pants, and those are pants worth wearing.
BUT he still has his moments. And when he does, the Parakeet goes against all book knowledge. If O doesn’t make it through the night, she brings him into her bed to nurse him. This is totally for her own benefit. Nursing lying down means she can fall asleep. O also will fall asleep. Last Sunday, O woke up at 6AM. She may have called this “Good Morning” during the week -but not on a Sunday. She took him into the bed and nursed him to sleep. She woke up at eight and he was still sleeping. She tiptoed out of the room and left her boys in bed.
Nine o’clock came.
Ten o’clock came.
The baby was still asleep.
At ten-fifteen she heard him stir and she heard the Huz say, “Oh, jeez”
She walked into the room. The Huz spoke quietly, “Babe, he wet our bed. But I just love having him in here. It’s so cute to cuddle him.” Sure enough. There was a large wet circle surrounding the passed-out, peaceful O. I guess that King Sized Serta complete with Organic sheets just relaxed him in a whole new way. Funny that the Huz knew immediately the Keet would decide this was the end of any ‘bed-sharing’.
But she didn’t. She actually didn’t even get the sheets in the laundry that day.
Oh well. If you can’t sleep on your baby’s urine, whose urine can you sleep on?