Posted on | January 19, 2011 | 10 Comments
We still rock J to sleep.
I know that raises a lot of eyebrows. There are a lot of babies who are younger than J who can just be placed in their crib with a little kiss on the forehead and they happily go to sleep. J is not one of those babies. He wants to be held. He wants someone in the room with him when he drifts off to sleep. And really, that’s a product of Husband and I. I’m sure we could have successfully “sleep trained” him through one method or another but we just didn’t. Why? Because hearing my son cry is too much for me. It’s too much for me when I know that he is quiet if Husband or I am in there with him. And ultimately, quiet is more important to me than TV time, or me time, or blog time… or whatever. I just want him happy and quiet.
Husband has been on me for a while to try something new. He wants to let J cry it out. So tonight, it was Husband’s turn to put J to bed. Every time it’s MY turn, I get a lot of raised eyebrows about how often I go back in when he calls me or how long I stay in the nursery after beginning the process. So tonight, I was all for letting Husband do it Husband’s way. He took J to bed and ten minutes later, he emerged. Triumphant. Baby asleep and all is… cue crying.
Husband went back to the nursery.
Second Take, same results. When we were just about to begin take three, Husband announced that NO ONE was going back into the nursery. He stage whispered that it was time for J to learn to sleep on his own and that he refused to go back into the nursery. He then gave me the stink eye and told me he “forbid me” from going into the nursery and babying him. I smiled. I nodded.
It wasn’t my night.
After about five minutes of wailing and screaming, J hit jackpot.
One little breath. One pause. One mournfully plaintive “dada?” followed by a chorus of sniffles and sighs and Husband was a goner.
J was rocked to sleep by his Daddy tonight.