For the past couple of nights, Blair has had a hard time going to sleep for some reason. She normally has her last bottle around 7, and goes down without a fight by 7:30. But lately, she has her last bottle around 7, gets put into her crib by 7:30, screams bloody murder until mommy caves in around 7:40, rocks with mommy until 7:50 and gets put back into her crib, screams bloody murder until mommy caves in again around 8:00 and gets put in her crib around 8:15 to sleep for the night.
When I say "screams bloody murder until mommy caves in," I mean she screams bloody murder. I'll admit that part of the reason mommy caves in is because I'm sure the neighbors can hear her and will no doubt call the police on us if we don't quiet her down. When I get to her room, she's standing in her crib with a death grip on the railing...crying so hard that I'm surprised she hasn't hyperventilated with snot smeared over every inch of her little face.
Two nights ago, however, she added a new twist. After caving in, I went into her room to find that she had thrown her pacifier across the room. A few feet away from her pacy was the blanket she'd thrown at some point. And a few feet away from the blanket was...wait a minute...what is that? Are those her pajama pants? Yep. She had taken off her PJ pants and slung them across the room too.
I looked back at her, standing there with her fat little legs shining in all their glory, and she pointed to the pants and said...in between sobs..."pants." Now, from the tone of her voice, I read this into her one word plea: "Mom, I got a little carried away and flung my pants over there. I really didn't mean to, so could you please put them back on me so that I can continue with my now extremely dramatic fit?"
So I put her pants back on and we rocked...and laughed. She didn't go to sleep until nearly 9 that night. Can you say drama diva? (we somehow skipped right past drama queen and upgraded directly to drama diva)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
D is for D-R-A-M-A and D-I-V-A
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Heh! I went through this with X too. I couldn't let him "cry it out" even if I wanted to, because he just got more and more and more and more hysterical until he was practically puking.
(And to answer your question, yes, we feed him organic milk - or we would if he liked milk. He prefers soy).
It was a phase. This is what worked for me:
Put X to bed, immediate screaming. Allow him to do that for exactly 5 minutes. Go in, pick him up for a hug, lay him back down. 5 more minutes screaming. Go in, DON'T pick him up, but lay him back down. 5 more minutes...etc.
I only had to do that for a couple of nights in a row before he got the message that yes, I was still there, but it was time to lay down and go to sleep now.
Every couple of months he puts up a fuss again but the "five minutes" seems to work every time. He's got a new thing now, where he wakes up from a nightmare and needs to be rocked for 20 minutes before he'll calm down, but that's a whole other ball of wax...
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