
But he's in good company, right?
Tracking the quirky (and sometimes not so quirky) adventures of parenting our (not so) new "short stranger." Why "short stranger"? We received a Chinese fortune cookie predicting that "A short stranger will soon enter your life with blessings to share." Our short stranger arrived on November 4, 2009, and it's been quite an adventure.

For the one or two of you still curious about Holden's every sleeping moment, we are now officially in the midst of the dreaded nap training. By all accounts that we've read online and in our trusty books, nap training is a lot harder than night sleep training. First there's the fact that they're just not as tired as they are at the end of the day. Then there's the timing issue--of when to put them down. Do you base it on a specific time of the day regardless of how tired they look, or do you try to sync it with their rhythms? What happens if they're overtired and/or cry through the entire nap period? And what happens if they only sleep 1 hour one time and 2 hours the next? How many naps should a 4-month old take, anyway? You get the picture...
Why are we so into this sleep training thing? Well, before, I would play an hour long (or more) dance that involved nursing, swaying, and carefully putting him in bed asleep, only to have him wake up and scream, prompting me to do the whole thing over again. The problem had gotten so bad last week that I was resorting to either nursing him in our bed and then lying there quietly until he woke up, or driving him around on the interstate for 40 minutes (no back roads; this kid likes speed). Do this everyday and this is enough to drive anyone insane.
Because it was unseasonably warm on Saturday, Mike and I decided to take Holden to one of our favorite St. Louis sites, the Missouri Botanical Gardens. The last time the two of us had been there was three days before Holden was born, during an unproductive attempt to walk my way into labor. This time, the Gardens were holding their annual orchid show, so we took a quick jaunt around the exhibit and then headed out to the Japanese Gardens for a walk. Holden loved it! I thought for sure that he would fall asleep in his stroller to the rhythm of the movements, but instead he wanted to get out and experience the place in full, which I suppose is to be expected since this was one of the first days he's been able to spend time outside since he was born.

Holden only cried 9 minutes tonight (and that was after a particularly fussy bedtime). Can I get a "boo-ya, grandma"!!! While the 19 minutes the previous night could have been a fluke, now I truly believe this is working, and that we're making major progress. What a freakin' relief! I had confidence that we could make it through this and that Holden would respond well, but those nights when he cried for 40-42 minutes were enough to make me question this whole method and process. But now I am leaning back toward worshiping Dr. Mindell (and the general belief in the whole "cry-it-out" sleep training method). Even our soon-to-be new pediatrician was completely in support of this sleep training (which boosted our confidence as this week neared its end). So anyway, without going on forever, we're just so glad that Holden is turning a corner here on this whole going-to-sleep thing. I feel like he's never quite ready to give in until mommy and daddy go through some serious stress, doubt, and a bit of crying.
Now it's time for Bryna and I to relax, have some of her patented Spicy Penne, some good Italian wine, and bask in the progress of the past week (and maybe even watch a movie ... how crazy would that be?!?!?!?). Not that this is over yet (because I'm not that stupid), but it's going in a good direction, which kind of re-energizes us and puts some much-needed wind behind our sails again.
"I think I had a harder time letting my kid cry it out before I realized the vast universe of things that make my kids wail. Can’t wear a specific pair of pajamas? They cry. Offered vegetables one too many times? They cry. It makes you realize that not every fit is a deep referendum on their parent’s love. Just today, my 21-month-old son cried because I didn’t let him play with the dog’s water bowl at our friends’ house. Nobody would think I was being cruel or scarring my kid. There are some things that you just have to draw the line at, and let the kid cry if he wants about it. I think sleep is one of those things."I'll post again on this subject only if we have any developments -- as some of you may be tired of reading about our sleep training on a daily basis ... pun intended ; )
We're currently on day 3 of our Mindell bedtime sleep project, and because it's snowing here in the 'Lou I can't leave the house as I usually do. So what am I up to? Well, because I can't bear to hear the little guy cry, and because we're trying to break him of the nursing association, I have been doing what I can to avoid the situation: I'm sitting in our sad little unfinished basement with the cats, with headphones on listening to music, waiting for my cue to go upstairs. I should be working on school work, who could concentrate on that at a time like this?
I went downstairs to text Bryna about the evening's events (and had a "reward" glass of vino). All in all, Night #2 was not that bad, considering that some infants can cry for 2 to 3 hours on the second night (I would have never been able to make it through that).
so the sleep battle entered a new level last night, with daddy bringing in the big guns (ie. a little help from psychologist & sleep specialist Dr. Jodi Mindell and her book Sleeping Through the Night). While there are about a million different ways of saying "cry it out" without using those three hated words, I'm just going to go ahead and call Mindell's sleep method one of your basic modified "cry it out" techniques-- or CIO, for those of us obsessing about it.
I don't want to get ahead of myself, but thanks to Jodi Mindell (there she is on the right) -- who, if this works, will be in my good graces for many years to come. If it doesn't end up working, I may still burn her book ; )
Last week our little pumpkin baby turned 3 months old, and we could hardly believe how quickly time has flown! Sometimes Mike and I feel like if we blink we'll miss something, Holden changes and grows so fast. He's now crossing the threshold between 0-3 mth clothes and 3-6 mth clothes (a fact we're particularly proud of since he started out so small). I now understand why some parents want to have a second baby so quickly after the first--I already miss him as a little tiny newborn. But don't get any ideas--we're plenty busy with one baby right now.
As any new parent knows, there are a lot of books, websites, pediatricians, and general schools of thought out there about how to raise a child--so much that it can be a bit overwhelming. There are "philosophies," if you will, about feeding, sleeping, learning, you name it. The whole business of raising a kid has become, well, a business--a major cottage industry that extends at least back to the famous Dr. Spock, though probably much earlier.