I have at least five drafts on this lurking in WordPress but never get enough baby-free time to complete one. Sigh.
In mid-December we rented a car and drove from NYC to Alabama for a week, then drove to Lexington for a weekend and then drove back to NYC. It was a long, fun trip. It was also a sleepless trip, as Sabine just did not love all her new cribs. I can somewhat understand – I don’t always enjoy hotel beds myself. We made an agreement with my family that this year we would not be exchanging gifts. This was a great arrangement as it helped everyone out financially and relieved a lot of gift buying stress (seriously, what DO you buy your 60+ year old pack rat parents other than a date with the cast of “Hoarders”?) I guess my brother missed this memo though because he brought us all the gift that keeps giving… a terrible cold.
The Professor, Sabine and I returned from our journey with terrible congestion and a baby with a cold is not a baby who needs sleep trained so we gave it a few nights till her nose cleared. Then we dug in.
The first night went pretty well. She was down within about 10 minutes and woke up a few times and was able to self soothe back to sleep within 30 minutes each wakeup. It was hard but I felt that it was going surprisingly well. The second night she went down in two minutes. I proudly logged into Facebook to toot my own horn (MISTAKE). That night she woke up every one to two hours sobbing. But I was committed to the program. I would not rock or nurse her. I WOULD find sleep success. The next morning I picked her up at 4 a.m. when I smelled poop and found she was burning up. When I opened her diaper I was met with The Poop Of Doom.
Turns out Sabine had norovirus and I had let her cry all night despite her feeling terrible. In my defense, I checked her each time she cried and she never felt unusually warm till the 4 a.m. change, but still. Who the hell sleep
trains tortures their sick child? So all sleep training was off then and my sweet little girl spent the next 36 hours pooping her brains out.
I am a first time parent with a rockstar (re: overactive) immune system. We joke that the upside to my insanely overly active immune system that attacks my own body from time to time is that I never get sick. I have had a true stomach flu once in my adult life. I get my annual cold, but almost never get a sickness that knocks me on my ass. Because of this I am not vigilant with hand washing when it comes to changing a diaper (don’t judge). Instead of racing for the hand sanitizer or antibacterial soap, I just take a clean wipe after the change and clean my hands that way. It is less drying to my skin and faster for Sabine.
Honestly, it never occurred to me that whatever was happening in my child’s digestive tract could not be cleaned off of my hands with a baby wipe. Never. Two days after Sabine had shat herself silly I woke up and proceeded to vomit for 6 hours straight. By the end of my six hour shift I was just barfing up stomach acid. My colon decided to join the party next and proceeded to empty itself as well. It was a horrible, horrible illness.
And then the Professor got it. In one week time we blew through ROLLS of toilet paper and flushed more vomit than any frat party has ever produced. It was epic. I was so sick that my milk supply absolutely tanked. My tiny milk makers were deflated, sad and nothing would pump out of them. Sabine was hungry and grumpy, my nipples were sore from all her “dry humping” and I was starting to lose my mind. I sent the husband out for MotherLove “More Milk Plus” and fenugreek and have smelled like a maple syrup factory ever since.
So sleep training was completely derailed. By the time we were all starting to feel better and I was about ready to hop back on the sleep training horse Sabine decided it was high time she enter the dreaded six month sleep regression and started waking up four to five times a night. AND THEN, in case all of this was not enough, we went for a doctors appointment and found she had dropped from the 15th percentile to the 3rd percentile in weight. No Good. So now I am back to nursing every time she wakes at night to try and get her weight back up.
So sleep training has not happened. After two weeks and lots of herbs, calories and fluids my supply has recovered (thank heavens) and the three of us have recovered from what is now known as the Poop/Puke Plague. Sabine is looking chunkier (next weight check is Monday) and the apartment finally feels de-germed. Sabine is still sleep regressing, though, and I feel it is not a great time to try and sleep train. Five wake ups a night clearly mean something is up. So I’m striving to put her down awake and let her soothe herself to sleep and nap. The rest of the wake ups, though, I go in and rock/nurse her. Some days it works great while others it fails. Yesterday was a fail and I spent a good chunk of my day sitting on the couch holding her so she would nap. I also nursed her completely to sleep last night because I just could not handle listening to more crying.
I’m incredibly frustrated by everything. Sabine is such a great baby – happy, adorable, and ridiculously strong (look at that plank!) but holy hell she is a horrible sleeper. So many of my mommy friends have these rockstar sleepers and I just feel so… lost. Sabine’s good nights are when she only wakes twice, and those are so few and far between. I also fear that we are almost past the window of sleep training opportunity. Sabine is going to be crawling and standing soon, which means the sleep suit might no longer keep her pinned down. How on earth do you sleep train a kid that is standing in her crib and crying? I mean really… how do you do that??
Ugh, anyways, that is where Belle and her crew have been. Sleepless in NYC. It does not have the same ring as Sleepless in Seattle, does it? Nor is it very romantic (we won’t even get into how much this sleeplessness has KILLED my desire to ever again have sex.)
How are all of you? I am really behind in blog reading, but from skimming it looks like we have some long awaited pregnancies cooking nicely and some cycles that are looking promising. It also looks like many of you are on to round two of treatment, which is SO HARD to believe! I’m shocked that Sabine is still sleeping this morning. I’m going to hastily run spell check now and maybe even add a few Sabine photos. Leave me some sleep encouragement, please, or if you are also exhausted and frustrated, come commiserate with me. Misery does love her some company!