She went to the 1 month appointment at the pediatrician’s office hoping that the doctor wouldn’t be mad at her for going against her and getting the baby’s tongue snipped…hoping the baby had gained enough weight and was progressing.
The doc seemed unphased by the snip and neutral about the weight gain…there were more important matters at hand. She asked: How’s she sleeping?
She replied about the frustration of the sleeping situation….the baby never settled, seemed to be awake a lot, needed the breast to settle down….doing everything a baby should never do. She knew better, but she was so worried about her being hungry she was making all those mistakes she’d say she would NEVER EVER make.
The doctor said: At 2 months you can sleep train her. Put her to bed at 8 pm, and return to her the next morning at 7 am.
She asked: cold turkey? no going in and comforting her or ferberizing her as I call it?
doc: cold turkey. Down at 8, up at 7.
She thought about it for the next month. She facebooked it, tweeted it, chatted about it, texted about it, discussed it with her parents. Her Dad started reading an old sleep training book he used for his son in the 80’s, and started giving her tips. She went back and forth about whether to do it, all day long, on her baby’s 2nd month “birthday”.
A friend texted her and asked if she was going to do it that night. She expressed her anxiety. The friend forwarded her a set of FAQ’s from their shared pediatrician that she had missed in her email box. This was the question that sealed the deal for her:
“How do I know the baby isn’t hungry?
She is hungry. But she does not need to eat. After any three- or four-hour fasting period, she’ll be hungry. You’re hungry in the middle of the night, too; it’s just that you learn not to eat because it’s good for your belly to take a rest. Well, it’s good for hers too.”
She read it, and knew her decision.
That night she let her cry-it-out, yeah, that’s the real name for the code name SLEEP TRAINING. She cried a lot. She didn’t get much sleep, as she recorded when the baby was waking, how long she was awake, and what exactly she was doing while awake (hint: crying). In the morning, her parents and her daughters were all love to the baby girl who had endured a rough rough night.
Every night following the baby cried less and less and less.
And by the 6th night she didn’t make a peep.
Then they went on vacation and stayed in hotels and echoey houses and changed time zones and woke up at 2 am New York time to run marathons– and a lot of the sleep training went to pot. But! She knew that it would always work, so when they got home from vacation they started over again and by the 6th night, she slept all the way through again.
Not only did the magical sleep training fix the evening sleeping, but it directly impacted the day sleeping for the better. Her baby girl was so smart, she figured out how to soothe herself: holding her hair with her fists, or putting her lips up against Monkey, her transitional object! (Thanks Dad! Those books from the 80’s are still worth something!). Sleep Training her little Pickle was probably the best parenting decision she has made in 10 years…good for Pickle and even better for her.
Insert Music: Freedom! Freedom! She’s gotta give for what she takes!