I Can’t Believe It

Eli is sleeping in a crib.

In his own room.

Without any fussing or whining about it.

At all.

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Let’s back up.

Since his birth until now we were co-sleeping–rather successfully I think. I never experienced the kind of sleep deprivation I had been warned of and duly dreaded. Sure, Simeon and I were tired after the birth and our regular night time schedules were wonky for a few months, but overall I’d say we were lucky to experience quite a quick return to what amounts to a normal night’s sleep for most adults, roughly 6-7 hours per night.

Since we were getting sleep and Eli was still night nursing like a champ, it was only reasonable not to fix something that wasn’t broken. And I definitely had no interest in moving him to another room just to get up every few hours to walk over and nurse him. I’d prefered staying half asleep myself and moving hardly at all. So co-sleeping continued. Until the wheels started to come off…

Maybe a month or so ago I started to get this antsy feeling like Eli was really ready to sleep on his own. He certainly appeared to want Mama to put him down and fall asleep nursing but I also want to eat ice cream for dinner. Just because I want it doesn’t mean I actually want it, you know? It was starting to take longer and longer to get him to fall asleep and it was harder and harder for me to leave the room without him waking and crying out. Plus, night nursing was taking too much from me. It didn’t seem like he really needed all those calories. I had to respect my mama intuition–something had to change.

Before Eli was born I had purchased a few books on sleep to prepare for what I thought was going to be that epic battle for shut eye. But since we hadn’t found a battle to fight, I had put the books away. Recently, I brought one back out and now I can’t help but to sing it’s praises.

The Happy Sleeper by Heather Turgeon, MFT and Julie Wright, MFT gets all the gold stars. This book gave us a game plan to win back our bed and our nights. Simply said, in two days the transition was done. I’m still picking my jaw up from the floor.

Essentially, the program requires that you brave a night or two of crying (NOT crying-it-out style) in order to help your baby discover their capability and trust their independence.

The book carefully explained that the crying is really just a reaction to a shift in a deeply entrenched pattern not a result of insta-trauma from a newly negligent parent.

The protocol is as follows:

  1. Put baby down awake, but drowsy.
  2. If baby cries, wait five minutes, then go in a do a “check.” Stand by the door and say a phrase that communicates your love for and confidence in your child. Ours was, “Good night Eli. I know you can do this. I love you.” Then leave.
  3. If crying continues, repeat step #2. Continue your five minute checks as long as baby cries. (The checks make it clear to baby that you’re there and that you’re responsive, just not taking on the responsibility of “soothing” any longer.)
  4. If baby is making other noises, don’t interfere. This is baby learning how to self-soothe.
  5. Rejoice because the baby is down and you have your evenings back!*

*(I added step #5, can you tell?)

In all seriousness, night one was difficult. Eli protested mightily when we put him down and for many hours after. It was torturous to hear him cry and not be able to swoop in and save the day. But I thought the analogies offered in the book were apt. For example, just because he wants to climb a bookshelf doesn’t mean I’m going to let him, even if he cries.

I wasn’t prepared for what happened on night two.

We went through our newly minted bedtime routine: bath, nurse, play, books, songs… I picked him up and put him in the crib. One little wail… And then nothing… Still nothing.

He went to sleep! And stayed asleep until a few hours later to nurse. A few minutes later I put him back in the crib… And no noise. Not a peep. Just back to sleep he went! The program worked. And he is right this very second asleep in his crib in his own room. He went down awake and now he’s asleep. It feels like a mini-miracle. Was it always this easy? Could we have done this months ago? I don’t know, because honestly, part of me probably wasn’t ready for my baby to leave the bed. Eli grows up on his own timeline but my mama heart has to keep up. And sometimes, I think my heart gets heavy with the passage of time and slows down. But then, of course, I see how well he’s doing and what it means to our boy to be present with him right now and I’m back to my lighthearted self. And I keep up. So here we are. With a child on his own and guess what?

We are thrilled. What a discovery! I’m so grateful I listened to my instinct that he was ready to do this–that we all were ready to do this. And I’m especially grateful that Simeon was game to try out the protocol, even though he hated every minute of it. That’s partnership!

So, may you ‘sleep like a baby.’ Because right now that statement is truly making my heart sing.

And how about a couple of cute pics of Eli sleeping in our bed just before we transitioned him? 🙂

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Eli asleep

Letter to My Son: 12 Months

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Dear Eli,

I posted to Instagram today to comment on your first birthday. I thought I’d copy my post here for future reference and because it speaks to who you are and how I feel about you.

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Happy birthday, my sweet boy.

“I couldn’t imagine what my baby would be like while I was pregnant. It seemed impossible that a tiny human would emerge from within me. But here he is a whole 12 months later with so much life in him. His essence is sweet and curious and contemplative.

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I love his giggles and tiny teeth and copper hair and chubby cheeks. The way he watches people and listens and shares. His zesty-ness. His cuddles and hugs and how he dances. All the cliches are true. This boy has my whole heart and I’m becoming a better me because of him. I’m grateful and honored and so tremendously excited about what the next year holds.” ❤️

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Love forever,

Mama

12 Things I Learned in My First Three Months of Parenthood

12 Things I Learned in My First Three Months of Parenthood via soultospeakblog.comA list from present day me to the me pre-baby. 12 things she wouldn’t have guessed then but are oh so true now.

  1. Any waist size smaller than 39 weeks pregnant will feel slim.
  2. If you ever want to read again, get a kindle. One handed is the new two handed.
  3. And 8:00pm is the new 11:00pm.
  4. If the laundry gets done today, you’ve won.
  5. You never thought you’d get so comfortable lifting up your shirt in public.
  6. No matter what time it is, if you sit down to eat, he will want to too.
  7. You will require liquids from 5-11. In the a.m. it will be coffee. In the p.m., wine. Two cups will do.
  8. He is the cutest baby ever. Seriously. Other babies are cute. He is cuter.
  9. Even his cry is cute.
  10. Accepting help isn’t easy. But it gets easier.
  11. You will realize how much you have in common with a gorilla
  12. Yes, having a baby changes everything. For the better.

A Blanket for Eli

I’m so excited to share this baby blanket FINALLY. Phew.imageimage

After finishing a knitted blanket for the baby of friends I decided to knit one for my own little babe. I started it this past the spring figuring I had plenty of time to complete the project before my delivery. Well, that was a sweet thought… it took a lot longer than I expected and I wasn’t sure I’d ever complete it!

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The pattern I chose is deceptively simple. I say that because though I had never knitted from a pattern before once I learned the knitting shorthand the process was a snap. But the real challenge was keeping track of all the changing stitches! Each row was so different from the last that in the beginning I had a lot of trouble finding my way. For the first third of the blanket I probably ended up taking out as many stitches as I put in!!

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I knit at home and on the go, making progress, then taking out row after row and starting over again. It was a great meditation on letting things be just as they are. And a wonderful way to pass the time imagining the little person who would take up space beneath the stitches.

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And here he is. This little bundle all wrapped up in so much love. The finished product came out a lot smaller than I expected. But perhaps that is because I didn’t finish it until a couple months after Eli was born and he’d already grown so much in that short time. All that matters is that this heirloom is complete. I love it, and I think he does too. Ok, knitting needles, what’s next??

 

A Letter to My Son: Week Two

imageimageDear Eli,

We’re one day away from your two week birthday. How odd to be counting birthdays in weeks instead of years.

And yet, it still feels like only days ago that you were brought from within me to meet the world. How quickly then the sun and moon exchanged places in the sky, over and over and over, while your dad and I stared at you in fits of wonder and breathless amazement at your tiny yet overwhelming existence. Your realness.

Of course everyone wondered who you would look like, mother or father. From the first picture posted to Facebook people said Ah! He looks just like Simeon! But baby boy, I’m not so sure. I think you look like your own person most of all.

I’m not surprised that you came out with hair–I was born with a full head–but that your hair retains a reddish hue woven beneath your light brown locks, well, that was surprising. I expected nothing but inky black.

And your eyes, perhaps they do resemble your father’s, but then, what about those exaggerated creases at the sides? Are those not slivers of almonds like mine?

No doubt that little bow mouth came from the Wieden clan. And your huge hands and feet must mean you’ll grow to be tall like a true Bittman Boy.

Everyday reveals more of your likeness, as your eyes emerge from the swelled cheeks of birth and your lower lip extends outward showing itself, finally.

While I examine your teeny tiny fingers (such long fingernails you had at birth!) your hot breath expires in a quick pant. Your eyes search me and past me with a gray-blue luminosity.

Your level of awareness is astounding. That chair, that blanket, that plant, that window. You take it all in, one thing at a time, patiently.

Until you get hungry. Then your quiet demeanor descends to snorts and yelps, as you search by scent for the breast. Your eyes shut tight and mouth agape, you struggle to find me. I do my best to help a little but not too much. I want you to find your own way. We’re figuring out that dance now as I know we will everyday from here on out. How much do I give how much will you take?

The best is watching you recover as you get what you want and I sigh, contentedly, knowing that within you and within me is the pure instinct that will save us both.

I love you, little Eli. What an honor to watch you grow.

Forever yours,

Mama

 

Welcome To The World Baby Bittman!

imageLast Tuesday morning, under a stormy gray sky, our bright sunshine boy entered the world. As he settled into new life outside the womb the skies cleared and a rainbow appeared over the birthing center. Our Eli Noah had arrived, our ‘divine comfort’ made manifest. imageToday, on the occasion of his week old birthday, we officially announce the birth of this beloved child. Born at 10:11 am on June 23rd, 2015 weighing 6 pounds 7 ounces and measuring 16.5 inches long, he is pure perfection. imageOur new little family of three is doing remarkably well. Eli is patient with us as we learn what it means to be his parents. Likewise, he seems awed by the miracle of his birth just as much as we are. He stares at us with a look that hovers just above loving suspicion and just below bemused delight. We stare back at him with tears in our eyes and dopey grins hardly believing he is ours.
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PS We weren’t the only ones excited by Eli’s arrival; even our little friend Fred couldn’t wait to offer his own special welcome. You’ve gotta watch his adorable greeting hereWelcome to the world baby Bittman…