Showing posts with label sleep training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep training. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Ainsley 2.0

So, Cohen...he doesn't sleep.  At least not well.  He is Ainsley all over again.  Actually, if I must be completely honest...he is WAY worse than Ainsley.  Ainsley, at least, would sleep in my bed.  Cohen will sleep if he is nursing and only if he is nursing.

We've had a bad few weeks.  Actually, it's been pretty bad since the day I went back to work.  Before that day, he was sleeping through the night.  Then I went back to work and he stopped.  He stopped so HARD.

But guess what?  I'm not going to complain.  I could probably publish a book with all the blog posts I wrote about Ainsley not sleeping.

I'm not going to complain because he's my baby and even though last night while I was in his room for 2 hours, only to have him fall asleep for 45 minutes and then be in bed with me again, I googled sleep techniques on my phone and was so tempted by CIO.  So. Very. Tempted.

I can't.  I can't do it.  You can tell me it won't affect them, you can tell me he'll be fine, you can tell me he won't remember - and I believe you.  But all I can think is that in that exact moment when he's screaming and crying and thrashing he's thinking "Where did my mom go?" and "Is she ever coming back?"  I know, over dramatic, but I can't help it.

Once again, I'm super conflicted about this issue.  See apparently when it comes down to the nitty gritty of parenting - potty training, sleep training - I suck.  I suck so bad.  So what's the right thing?  I have no idea.  But what I do know is that I read a blog this morning.  This line...


And it made me smile. I didn't even finish reading.  That was the message I needed to take away.

I know I will still have nights that I want to scream and I will want to walk out the door and let him scream.  I will still wonder what in the hell I'm doing to make my children not sleep.  I will be in awe of anyone who can get a baby to sleep through the night.  But I'm going to remember this.  Because this perfectly sums up how he must feel.  To be someone's mom is to be someone's everything, if only for a short, tiny, sparse amount of time.  Right now, I am his everything, and I can live with that.

He knew that if he kept himself very, very close to my body all night and every night until forever, he would stay safe, and nourished, he would sleep deeply and he would grow. - See more at: http://www.scarymommy.com/sleeping-on-his-own/#sthash.xHaLauP6.dpuf
He knew that if he kept himself very, very close to my body all night and every night until forever, he would stay safe, and nourished, he would sleep deeply and he would grow. - See more at: http://www.scarymommy.com/sleeping-on-his-own/#sthash.xHaLauP6.dpuf

Thursday, September 6, 2012

News Bulletin!! Hell Freezes Over, Talking Goat is Elected President, and Pigs Sprout Wings

Remember this post?

Well, last night we moved the bed back to Ainsley's room.  I had been thinking I wanted to try it, but our nights and weekends have been so busy that I really didn't think it would happen until the end of this month.

But then, last night Ainsley...I mean, I'm almost afraid to type it...ASKED to move her bed back.

Clif and I both stared at her dumbfounded for a few minutes, then immediately moved the bed before she could change her mind.

So she got her new unicorn pillow pet, her new LED night light, and today she gets a sticker towards going to Chuck-E-Cheese.

And bedtime went perfectly.  No serious tears, there are always whines and fake tears.  No getting out of bed.  No 5 million bathroom trips.  No fights.  No screams.

I went upstairs an hour later and she was asleep...in her bed...by herself.  I asked Clif to slap me to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

I wonder if her bus driver is slipping her happy pills.  Maybe her teacher is hypnotizing her.  Because seriously, not in a million years could I have dreamed of this happening!  I was sure the move would be painful, and may not even work until she was 22 or so. 

These kids keep me on my toes, that's for sure.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

I Give Up

So this is what it's come to...

Ainsley's mattress on our bedroom floor. I'm tired. I'm over it. I'm done. I can't fight with her over bedtime anymore. And I'm done complaining about it on this blog.
So if she will go to sleep here and I can have one hour before my own bedtime, then I give in and she wins.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Night 2

I'm not going to post about this every day, and this will not be long like yesterday's...but thought you'd want to know that last night?  Brutal. 

Not sure if she was just really tired Wednesday night, or if Clif not being around last night made a difference, or if this is just how it goes...but Ainsley was still awake at 10:30 last night.  I checked on her every minute for an hour and 25 minutes.

She didn't cry, she didn't complain, but she laid there awake.  I ended up sitting on her floor, at which point she fell asleep in less than 90 seconds...might be a slight exaggeration, but not by much.

So here's my question...HOW DOES ONE DO THAT?!?!?!?! 

How do you lie in bed for an hour and a half...tired...and not fall asleep?  I will never know that answer, because I am absolutely certain that if I stay in one spot for longer than 20 minutes, I will fall asleep...anywhere.  And, it doesn't matter if shadows are morphing into monsters or witches are hovering above.  Give me 20 minutes in a dark room and Good Night people!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Sleep Training, Part Two...Night 1

This will be long...I apologize now...

The sleeping thing with Ainsley has not gotten any better.  For the last week, one of us has been sitting on her floor while she falls asleep.  Then to add to the sleep issues, she's been waking up and joining us in our bed.

So I've been searching for an answer.  I got a lot of ideas and advice and I've tried them ALL. 

Her biggest issue seems to be that she's scared.  She can't really tell me why she's scared.  Sometimes she says she has bad dreams.  So I've ordered a dream catcher.  Should be here today.  Sometimes she says she's afraid of shadows in her room.  So I've spend lots of time trying to eliminate anything that may be scary.  Sometimes she says she's scared of a bad man coming in the house and taking her.  So I've told her about special angels watching over her and how mommy and daddy will never let that happen.  Sometimes she says she's scared of a random thing on her floor.  So I've tried to pick all those things up before bedtime.  Sometimes she's scared of monsters and witches coming in her door or out of her closet.  So we got a special "magic" stuffed animal that takes away bad things.

None of this has worked.  So I was starting to believe she was making it all up.  I decided this week that I would not sit in her room and she'd have to fall asleep on her own.  Well, it didn't work either.  There were lots of tears, lots of screams, lots of late nights.  I'm pretty sure, before last night, she wasn't asleep before 11 since last week.  That's really late for a 4 year old who has to get up at 6 AM.

On top of that, she was still scared...but still, no real details.  Just vague references to a shadow or a dream.

People...I thought I might lose my mind.

Then a friend at work gave me a book about sleep issues.  I did not read the whole thing.  But there was a whole chapter about childhood fears and anxiety.  Whoever wrote this book, pretty much convinced me that she did have some anxiety around bed time.  She was not making this up to get me to stay or push limits.  She was sincerely afraid of something.  The writer suggests that some kids at that age are just anxious about life in general, and even though all day they're perfectly fine, at night those anxieties manifest into creepy monsters and scary witches.

He suggested a few things.  First, move her bedtime back.  The more tired she is, the faster she'll fall asleep, and the less time her mind will wander to all those terrifying ideas.  Second, be absolutely strict with bedtime.  When it's bedtime, it's bedtime.  There's no bargaining for more time, no crying, no fighting.  Stick to your guns.  For the most part, I do this...but he said something that totally hit home with me.  I'm paraphrasing here, but basically - You need to be your kid's rock.  Your kid needs to know what happens next so anxiety is lessened.  If one night she asks for 5 more minutes and I allow it but the next night she asks and I get upset, I'm sending a mixed message.  Mixed messages = Anxiety = Monsters in her closet = No sleep for any of us.  Well duh, Jaime!  Be consistent, that's what we're supposed to be right?  I know this, but him laying it out like that made me realize that I definitely had some work to do in that department.

Third thing he mentioned happened earlier in the night.  Not at bedtime, talk to her about her fears, her needs, her wants.  We did this at dinner.  Again, the fears were pretty vague...shadows, dreams.  No real detail.  But we agreed upon a bedtime routine and also agreed that I would check on her every minute until she fell asleep.

That's right...every MINUTE.  This also was a suggestion in the book.  Most of the time, kids are scared because they don't know where their parents are.  So they lie awake wondering and worrying if they've gone to bed or if they're still watching TV or whatever.

Finally, the writer thinks you should give rewards for small accomplishments.  Again, I know this.  Success leads to more success.  However, in my sleep deprived, frustrated haze...I think I forgot it.  I assumed that because Ainsley had been sleeping on her own for awhile, that we could jump right back to that spot, and I would accept nothing less for a sticker on her sleep chart.  I need to take a step back and reward her for the small things.

So at 8:30 last night, her alarm went off and it was bedtime.  She did ask to finish her show, I said no...but I didn't get upset.  She protested, but I stuck to it.  We went upstairs, brushed teeth, read one book, cuddled and talked for 5 minutes, and then said good-night.

She cried as I left her room, but only for a minute, because then I popped back in.  She didn't cry again.  Once she understood that I would appear every minute, and how short a minute is...she was fine.

I left at 9:00.  At 9:35 I walked in and checked, she was asleep.  I think she was asleep around 9:25, but since I was just "popping" in, I couldn't tell for sure.  She didn't really move during those last 10 checks.

I know what you're thinking...EVERY MINUTE!!!  I was stressed about this idea too.  But once I just accepted the fact that during this time I wouldn't be able to clean the kitchen, do laundry, read, or watch TV, it wasn't so bad.  It was basically the same as sitting on her floor...only we're one step closer to her doing it on her own.  And falling asleep at 9:30, is way better than 11:30.

I plan on doing this for the next few nights and then lengthening the time to 3 minutes between check ins.  I'll let you know how it goes.

I've been frustrated and angry with the situation, but it's really important to me that she not be scared.  So if there's anything I can do to fix that, I'm going to try.  I was always so scared to sleep alone as a child, and I really remember that panic in my stomach and chest.  I slept with my siblings until I was 12 or 13 because of that awful feeling of being alone and vulnerable.  I don't want that for her.  I want to fix this and give her only sweet dreams.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

That Whole Sleeping Thing...Yeah...

So remember when I told you all what an awesome parent I am?  And remember when we talked about the sleep chart?  And remember my whole book/talk show idea to make millions?

Yeah...not happening.

After 4.5 months of sleep training Ainsley...we are back at square one.  We moved last month, and I thought there may need to be some adjustments.  But actually, she took it like a champ.  She slept in her own bed, in her own room with no problems.

In fact, she was sleeping better than Freddie.  There were no tears when I left the room.  She'd fall asleep in the hour that I spent downstairs, and she wouldn't wake until the next morning.

Then something changed.  Not sure why...but I definitely know when.  Two Mondays ago, we had a major meltdown and it hasn't gotten better since.  I thought that maybe it was just a rough night, even though we have not seen a night like that since week one of the sleep training.  Instead, it's still going on.

There are massive tears and fits when I leave the room.  She's awake until 11PM or later.  If by some chance I do get her to sleep, she usually ends up in my room before morning.  Getting her up in the morning is difficult.

It's like I  have stepped back in time 6 months, only now I know what the promised land holds...one hour each night of a grown up TV show...time to prep for the next day...laundry done...sleeping in my own bed all night.  And I see it slipping through my fingers quickly. 

I really don't know what to do.  Do I start the sleep chart all over again?  Do we actually go back to the beginning and sleep with her?  She's miserable, I'm miserable, Clif's miserable...I'm at a loss.  It just doesn't make sense, I don't know what changed.

So I think tonight I'm making a new sleep chart...we'll see how it goes.  Wish me luck.
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