These past few weeks have been so rough for me. I cannot shake this cold I have had for close to 3 weeks. It started to get worse last Friday. It is a combination of the dry air too because when I sleep in my daughter’s room, the cool mist humidifier is a great relief.
Speaking of Sydney, we have been having quite the battle with getting her to sleep for the night – full on wailing in the middle of the night, wakings 2-3x a night. A lot of things come to play of course:
- Getting her own room just 2 months ago
- Battling being scared of the dark
- Night terrors
- Weaning from breastfeeding last month
- Me being pregnant and cranky
- My time being split up with a new venture
One of my favorite sleeping positions was her sleeping on my chest and we can’t do that of course with me being pregnant. And I am not the most naturally compassionate person, ask my husband. I think I hid behind my boobs to be honest. It was easy to be sensitive to my daughter’s needs because nursing was an in.cre.di.ble soother. I didn’t have to say much either.
Nowadays it is hard for me to come up with the words that my daughter needs from me. It makes me feel like a terrible parent. Lacking sleep while pregnant does not help at all.
It really could be too much change for her. We brought her back to our bed tonight so at least we can all get some sleep again.
I read some other parent’s bedtime routine on parenting.stackexchange.com was not having songs because it was too stimulating. So I took it out of our bedtime routine a few days ago. But I forgot that my own child finds songs soothing.
When I heard my mom singing to her, it reminded me that she loves music during the day and night. It also reminded me to take tips with a grain of salt.
Thanks to my mom for being the surrogate pillow for her and calming her down for me by singing to her.
Lola the surrogate pillow
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