Showing posts with label comparing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comparing. Show all posts

Monday, September 23, 2013

On Sleep...Part II

     Last week, I wrote about our night time struggles. I'm not sure what it was, but I must have hit some kind of wall and I was just plain ready to be DONE with getting up at night. I think we all have those moments in parenting when we feel like we just can't take anymore and we're desperate for a solution to whatever the current issue is. Of course, it doesn't help to hear about other babies who sleep all night and have done so since they came home from the hospital (I'm happy for you, really, I am!!). Like anything else, as soon as I start comparing notes with others, it seems like everyone else has an easier go of it than me, self-pity sets in - or worse - anxiety and fear that I'm failing miserably as a mother or that maybe there's actually something WRONG with my baby, and I go off on a reading frenzy to try and find whatever miracle cure will "fix" the "problem".


     So, naturally, off to the internet I went. When Google failed to give me the answers I wanted, I hit up the library in search of the solution. I found a few books and started flipping through them. The first book got tossed within minutes - the author promises that his "Three Day Sleep Plan" would guarantee me an "80% chance of seeing improvement" - all I had to do was simply plunk my baby in her crib at bedtime, walk away, and not look back until morning - sounds easy, right? First of all, the initial falling asleep isn't really our problem. She generally goes down very well. Also, you haven't met my baby, sir. She's one of those babies who, when she does get upset, can quickly get herself so worked up she can hardly catch her breath. When it gets to that point we know from experience that she's simply unable to calm herself down - sorry, I'm not ignoring that. Nor do I want her to learn to associate sleep with crying until she can hardly breathe and being left all alone to fend for herself in that situation.

     The same author also has some stellar advice for older children with sleep problems. I couldn't help but share these gems: he suggests ignoring a child who tells you he wet the bed ("you can clean it up in the morning"...tell me, sir, would you be ok with lying in a wet, cold bed all night?), bangs his or her head against the wall to get attention ("there is little or no chance of it causing any lasting problems in children with normal development"...so, you're ok with your child intentionally injuring himself as long as it doesn't cause "lasting problems"??) or holds his breath to the point of losing consciousness (fainting "always ends the breath-holding and your child is back to normal in a few seconds"...For real?!? I don't even have a response to that one!)!!! (Surprisingly, this book was not written in 1875 (1999!), and no I'm not going to tell you the name of it - I don't want anyone to read it!!).

     Obviously, there are some terrible sleep-advice books out there.

     I couldn't get my hands on any actual sleep-training or cry-it-out books, but I've done enough reading online to understand the gist of these methods. Like I said in Part I, I'm not totally opposed to these techniques, and I know they can be very effective (very quickly) for some families. I'm just not completely convinced they're right for us at this point and here's why:

     1 - It feels contradictory to what I do the other half of the day.
          I definitely don't consider myself a full-fledged "attachment parent", but I do believe strongly in responsive parenting, meaning that when baby cries, the parent responds quickly. This builds trust, helps to create a healthy emotional bond between parent and child and fosters a sense of independence and security. From day one, this has been our approach to parenting our daughter. Now, of course, I understand that this begins to look a little different as she gets older and also as we've learned to interpret her different cries, but we still try to respond to her as quickly as possible, depending on the situation. So, it doesn't make much sense to me that when bedtime rolls around, I suddenly switch off this responsiveness. Even if I'm able to do it, it seems unfair that I expect my baby to do the same and understand what's going on, when all along we've been teaching her to expect that someone comes when she cries.


     2 - Babies cry for a reason.
          I have a really hard time buying into the belief that my baby, who can't yet walk or talk, can hardly feed herself, and doesn't know how to wipe her own bum, is somehow capable of using her cries to manipulate, as some sleep experts and child psychologists suggest. Sure, maybe she'll get there eventually, but I just don't think she's emotionally mature enough to do this at her age.
         Since Tessa has already shown us that she is capable of sleeping through the night (as she did for those 8 weeks or so early on, and has done a handful of times since), I have to believe that when she wakes now, it's for a reason. Through my reading, I had my eyes opened to the fact (and it seems completely obvious now) that babies don't choose to wake in the night. Do you, as an adult, consciously choose to wake in the middle of a deep sleep just to annoy someone? No. It just happens. We are incapable of making conscious choice while sleeping. So, my baby's night waking does NOT make her "bad", "disobedient" or "manipulative", it just happens. Further, when she wakes, just like when you or I wake in the night, it is usually for some reason. We're too hot, too cold, have to pee, are thirsty, heard a noise, and so on. At this stage in my child's development, she's unable to take care of these issues on her own, so she needs a little help from an adult, and that's perfectly normal and perfectly OK.

How do they sleep in these positions??

     3 - Maybe there's a bigger issue here than just sleep. 
          A big part of parenting is making sacrifices for the good of our children. Maybe, for now, that includes sleep. Sure, I'd love to be one of those parents who are consistently getting a solid 8 hours, but maybe, for this season, that's just not how it's going to be, and maybe I just need to accept it, change my attitude, and learn to make the best of it.
         Yes, of course I want to teach my daughter to have healthy sleep habits, and I do believe that will come with time. I'm reminded of my own mom, who, for a period of time, had to be in the room each night, kneeling by the bed, with her head on the pillow next to me or one of my siblings (she can't remember which child it was) until we fell asleep (thanks Mom!!). I also remember, as a young child, occasionally going to my parents' bedroom at night when I was scared and my mom making up a bed for me on the floor of their room, where I would spend the rest of the night. I think all three of us are now healthy, well-adjusted, emotionally stable adults with no lasting sleep issues (that I know of).
         Maybe, just maybe, I've blown this whole thing way out of proportion and all that is required is a little time, a little patience, and a lot of grace, both for myself and my daughter. I'm not trying to downplay the importance of sleep - I recognize that sleep is crucial to my daughter's health and development and is just as important for her parents. However, Tessa is a healthy and very happy baby who is a great daytime napper and who is still (usually) logging a good 10-11 hours each night, even though they're sometimes interrupted. I think I've also adjusted and, for the most part, am functioning fairly well during the day, despite not having the long, luxurious sleeps I would love to be having!
         So maybe, for now, I need to set aside my own comfort and convenience and expectations, and maybe even make some changes to my own routines (lately, we've been saying no to most evening activities to ensure she gets to bed on time; also, I could be going to bed earlier myself) so I can be available to my daughter when she needs me, no matter the time of day or night.


     A friend and mother of four (who's also had her share of sleep difficulty) encouraged me to remember that this is only a season and it will not last forever. She told me that ignoring the clock at night was one of the best things she ever did (she's even gone so far as to remove the clock from her bedroom). I think she's on to something...it's never helpful to look at the clock and count hours of sleep lost...it's a mind game that can really mess with you if you let it.

     Another friend reminded me to not overlook the power of prayer...she is absolutely right and I'm ashamed to admit that I haven't been praying about this as much as I could be. I have a God who cares about every detail of my life, no matter how big or small. He is able to help Tessa sleep. He is also able to provide me with the all the energy and patience I need to make it through the long nights and the hard days.

     So, for now, we'll continue to take it a day and a night at a time. Again, I'm reminded that this is a completely normal part of having a baby and that the vast majority of parents of infants and small children are having their own night time struggles too. We are not alone, and this is nothing new. Yes, at times being needed so constantly and so intensely is exhausting, but all too soon, these days and nights of being needed will come to an end, and who knows, maybe one day I'll even miss them.


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*Update: I wrote this post last week, and since then, we've had several VERY rough nights, I've come down with a cold, and we've decided that WE NEED SLEEP and have reached "last resort" territory. So, that means we've decided to try a form of sleep training. I will update with what we're doing and our progress (and hopefully there will be some!) later this week.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Embracing my Mommy-Shape

     This letter to Kate Middleton was all over my Facebook feed for a couple days last week. It was posted and shared by many of my mom friends who obviously loved it as much as I did. If you haven't seen it yet click the link above and go read it - it's well worth your time.

     It's no secret that women of all sizes and shapes struggle with having a healthy body image. There's always someone who looks better, is thinner, has nicer clothes or hair or whatever. We're constantly comparing ourselves to everyone else and finding that we usually come up short. What's astonishing to me is that this dislike of our bodies continues through pregnancy and beyond. I've had conversations with other new moms about how we need to lose the baby weight and firm up the mommy-tummy. We look at ourselves in the mirror and all we see are stretch marks and saggy, soft bellies.

40 weeks pregnant, 5 days before Tessa arrived
    
     I can remember those first awkward weeks after giving birth where absolutely nothing in my closet fit - my maternity stuff was too big and my non-maternity stuff was too small or just didn't fit my new shape properly. There was no point going shopping for new clothes because I knew my body was in an adjustment period and I had no idea how long it would take for things to stabilize. I complained about how I looked, forgetting that my body had been stretched and reshaped over 9 months to accomodate a new life and had just performed its most amazing and miraculous feat to date. If ever there was a time to give myself a break, this was it.

     So I did. Slowly, I got used to my new shape, and now, for the first time in a VERY long time, I can honestly say that I'm ok with my body (other than those pesky stretch marks!). I don't love it, but I'm happy with it and so thankful for it when I remind myself that it gave us our beautiful, healthy daughter.


      Some of us may get back to our exact pre-pregnancy shape and size, others will not. Either way our bodies will be different in some way and I think it's time to embrace these new bodies. Bodies that have miraculously carried and nurtured life, endured hours (maybe days) of labor, delivered beautiful babies into the world, and are now nourishing, comforting, protecting, teaching, and loving our children. There is nothing more beautiful than that.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

I Dropped My Baby...


Yes, it's true, I dropped my baby. In the public health nurse’s office. Moments after her 4 month immunizations (poor girl!!). It was the ultimate “I’m a horrible mom!!” moment for me. Tessa didn’t fall far (only a few inches) and is completely fine, all she got was a small scratch on her arm and a good scare. It could have been much, much worse.

I spent the rest of the day replaying the scene and feeling worse and worse about myself each time. I eventually had to tell myself to stop thinking about it altogether, or if I was going to think about it, to look for positives and lessons learned. So, here’s what I got:

      1 - Worry only makes it worse. Like I said, for the rest of the day I replayed the incident over and over in my head, and each time my mind made it worse than it actually was – she fell further, went unconscious, started bleeding everywhere, etc, etc. Reliving an incident doesn’t undo it and doesn’t change the outcome, so why waste all that time and brain power thinking and worrying about what was or what could have been? Let it go!

      2 - I’m NOT a bad mom. One mishap does not forever ruin one’s career as a mother. There are many other things I’m doing well (or at least well enough). I know it’s hard to forget moments like these because they’re so shocking and out of the ordinary. But instead of constantly reliving one awful thing that happened, why not spend my time thinking about all the hugs and kisses, the cuddles and smiles, those wonderful moments when I’m rocking her and she falls asleep in my arms? Those are the moments I want to dwell on and have etched into my memory forever. Tessa is fine and won’t even remember that this happened. She’s forgiven and forgotten, so to speak, so I need to do the same.

      3 – We’re way harder on ourselves than anyone else is. I told another mom friend about this incident, and her response was full of grace. She basically told me that it could have happened to anyone, don’t worry about it, babies are far more resilient than we think, etc etc. I started thinking about what my response to another mom would have been if the tables were turned. I’m pretty sure I would have responded in much the same way – “don’t worry about it”, “you’re a great mom”, “these things happen”. Why is it so easy for me to let someone else off the hook but not myself? Why can’t I extend the same grace to myself that is so quickly given to me and that (I hope) I would give to others? Let’s give ourselves permission to mess up and not beat ourselves up about it forever.
(I was working on writing this when I received this post in my inbox from another blog I follow. Very similar theme and worth looking at if you're a mom who ever struggles with "mommy guilt" - and don't we all?? )

      4 - I’m sure nobody looks at me and thinks I have it all together, but just in case they do, here’s proof that I don’t – I dropped my baby! It’s human nature to compare ourselves to others, and women are especially bad for this. There’s no way I’m the first person on earth to have dropped her baby, and it’s quite likely that someone who I consider to be a great mom has also dropped hers (or done something similar). There never has been and never will be a perfect parent. There are, however, great parents who occasionally make mistakes. I'll always fall short if I'm comparing myself to some impossible, unrealistic standard that doesn't even exist. If we must compare ourselves at all, let's at least remember that we're comparing ourselves to ordinary, imperfect people who have bad days and mess up too.

Two days after her shots and her fall...as happy as ever!
 We are so thankful for our happy, healthy, beautiful, and tough little girl. And this mama is thankful for grace for each new day.
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