I can’t believe you’re really leaving for good. Sure, you’ve been showing signs that it was time to go. For the last few months we’ve been in limbo, doing that on-again, off-again thing. I’ve been trying to hold on to you, my son’s nap, but deep down I knew that our relationship couldn’t last forever.
You and I have had a good thing going for these last four years. Since the beginning, you’ve been there for me. Sure, you haven’t always been the most reliable partner. Sometimes you were glorious and lasted 2+ hours, while other times your presence was frustratingly brief. Regardless, you showed up day after day, and always made things a little brighter. I’m afraid I’ve never really taken the time to tell you how much you mean to me, so this message is really overdue.
In those early days, when my son would not let Read more ›
My kids are cute (I’m talking legitimate Gerber-baby level cuteness). They are smart and curious and they crack me up. But they are the *actual worst* at sleeping. My 3 year-old didn’t consistently sleep through the night until he was 1 ½ years old. For months, the only way to get him to nap was by taking him for walks – I can’t even tell you how many miles were clocked on his stroller in attempts to get this child to sleep. My 7-month-old is the queen of the 20-minute nap. That in itself is an improvement; for months she would only nap on my body. Working from home meant standing with my laptop on the kitchen counter while my daughter slept in the baby carrier on my chest. Allegedly, after 6 months there is no nutritional need for babies to eat during the night, but my little one definitely did not get that memo. It’s basically an all-night buffet around here.
Getting my sleep in 1-3 hour increments for months now has completely melted my brain. I was trying to pay for my haircut last weekend, Read more ›
In the early days and weeks after I gave birth to my son, like many other first-time parents I felt overwhelming joy and love, punctuated by feelings of total self-doubt. I knew parenting would be hard, but I never expected how completely lost I would feel at times, unsure of the best thing to do for my child. Everyone had told me to “trust my instincts,” but those instincts felt insufficient for the specific challenges I encountered, in particular my baby’s sleep struggles. The internet became both a blessing and a curse. It was helpful to have so much information at my fingertips, but the parenting advice I found would often leave me feeling inadequate and defeated. Website after website insisted that babies needed to be put to bed sleepy but not asleep in order to learn to fall asleep on their own. This made sense in theory, but impossible to implement when I watched my baby screaming and frantic when I tried to lay him in the crib. Claims about the “right” way to do things felt completely disconnected from my reality, and I kept thinking “is it just me?” I read advice at opposite extremes that left me more confused than when I’d started; co-sleeping was either critical to your baby’s happiness and well-being according to the attachment parenting crowd, or extremely dangerous and to be avoided at all costs.
My son never turned into a champion sleeper, but slowly, by fits and starts, we fell into a sleep routine that worked better for everyone. A year and half later, that period of self-doubt feels like a lifetime ago. I certainly still have my moments of uncertainty, but I’ve learned to balance “expert” advice with my own experience and my knowledge of what works for my little one. I’ve read about different parenting philosophies, and concluded that no single approach has all the answers. I’ve found a place in between the extremes that works for me and my family. Now I want to share my parenting journey, and the wisdom I’ve picked up along the way. I will aim to be a voice of moderation in the parenting blogosphere. I care deeply about my child’s nutrition, but I didn’t make all his baby food from scratch. I was fully committed to the importance of breastfeeding, but I supplemented with formula when it was necessary. I slept with my little one in my arms during those early days when it was the only place he’d sleep, but by 4 months he’d transitioned to sleeping in the crib in his own room. Like most moms and dads I’ve had everything from flashes of pure genius to moments of total failure; on this blog I promise to share both with honesty and candor.