Baby diary: 24 weeks 1 day
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petroniaA couple of outings with Alan: Botanical Gardens with my parents, and outdoors lunch at Atwater Market, after yoga class, with some other mums/kids from the class. Little guy was great through all this, because he sleeps very well in the stroller -- unless it's windy. As E observed about a puppy she used to live with, the wind reminds him that the world is big and he is small. A. can't see me unless he looks directly up, through the transparent windows built into the stroller's folding hood. He mostly seems to assume that I'm the one pushing him, except when the wind makes him realize he doesn't know that for sure. Also, today two fire trucks came tearing through an intersection where we were waiting for the light, sirens blazing, and it scared him pretty bad.
Conversely there was a nice woman who helped us get across the intersection, and another, later on, who stopped me to tell me A. had lost a sock (it was in his hand). Psychogeographies: pregnancy was one way of moving through the world, the stroller is another. I'd never been to Atwater Market on a weekday before noon, and couldn't believe how many strollers and retirees there were.
According to the book, separation anxiety comes from understanding spatial relationships. The moment the child understands the concept of distance is the moment he realizes loved ones can be too far away to reach. Because, yanno, life is suffering. This is the phase we're headed into -- I can see the new panicky thoughts percolating behind A.'s eyes -- but I've started trying to train him to sleep in his own bed, all the same. Last night he sobbed for half an hour then slept through til 3am, despite his last feed being at 7:30pm. Tonight he fell asleep after his 8:30pm feed and I had him in the crib by 9, no trouble. But here's the problem: I didn't get to make dinner, so now I'm quietly typing and eating butter cookies and carrots with spinach dip. XD;
To be honest, I'm ambivalent about having him sleep in his own crib. The breastfeeding hormones don't want me to do it. As the night goes on I get colder and colder and want to curl up with A., and there is the self-directed irritation that accompanies all forms of late-night weakness: why shouldn't I have a midnight snack, or another beer, or sleep with my own baby? Wouldn't I feel better? The irony is that I would, and so would he, but objectively both of us sleep worse for it: every time one of us moves, we wake the other up. A. won't learn to sleep through the night if he sleeps with me, I think... The goal I have is for him to sleep 9pm-5am, which is dusk to dawn for June, a month in which I don't sleep very much myself due to the light.
Food is going better, but that's another post, I think.
Conversely there was a nice woman who helped us get across the intersection, and another, later on, who stopped me to tell me A. had lost a sock (it was in his hand). Psychogeographies: pregnancy was one way of moving through the world, the stroller is another. I'd never been to Atwater Market on a weekday before noon, and couldn't believe how many strollers and retirees there were.
According to the book, separation anxiety comes from understanding spatial relationships. The moment the child understands the concept of distance is the moment he realizes loved ones can be too far away to reach. Because, yanno, life is suffering. This is the phase we're headed into -- I can see the new panicky thoughts percolating behind A.'s eyes -- but I've started trying to train him to sleep in his own bed, all the same. Last night he sobbed for half an hour then slept through til 3am, despite his last feed being at 7:30pm. Tonight he fell asleep after his 8:30pm feed and I had him in the crib by 9, no trouble. But here's the problem: I didn't get to make dinner, so now I'm quietly typing and eating butter cookies and carrots with spinach dip. XD;
To be honest, I'm ambivalent about having him sleep in his own crib. The breastfeeding hormones don't want me to do it. As the night goes on I get colder and colder and want to curl up with A., and there is the self-directed irritation that accompanies all forms of late-night weakness: why shouldn't I have a midnight snack, or another beer, or sleep with my own baby? Wouldn't I feel better? The irony is that I would, and so would he, but objectively both of us sleep worse for it: every time one of us moves, we wake the other up. A. won't learn to sleep through the night if he sleeps with me, I think... The goal I have is for him to sleep 9pm-5am, which is dusk to dawn for June, a month in which I don't sleep very much myself due to the light.
Food is going better, but that's another post, I think.
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Date: 2019-05-31 12:04 pm (UTC)I remember the pain of sleep training so well. It sucks but for me it was totally worth it. Of course, despite all that, Bean still hates to sleep alone. So we've fallen into "Bean gets to cosleep when J is traveling" ... jsyk, the moving and kicking is still true at 3.5 years old but the cuddles are a little more coordinated XD
<33333 to you and A!
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Date: 2019-06-03 05:19 pm (UTC)