This week I’ve been trying to transition John Luke into a schedule rather than feeding on demand. After his pediatrician telling me he should be sleeping through the night, then in the nursery Sunday morning, I had a discussion with some friends that said they felt it would be better for him and for me.
Since he’s almost 9 months, it’s time for us both to have a little more structure in our routine. It hasn’t been easy. I think we’ve both “cried it out” a little, but we’re getting there. They suggested I do 7AM,11AM, 3AM feeding times during the day and give him a bottle at 11PM then let him “cry it out” til 7AM. Both friends give their kids bottles at 7PM and they are down til 7AM. Ugh! I tried feeding 7-11-3 once before, but it didn’t work at the time. So far it has been working for us despite a few bumps.
John Luke was typically getting a bottle of rice cereal around 10-10:30PM, 2-2:30PM, and back to regular formula 6-6:30AM. I’m not quite ready to make him stretch from 7PM -7AM or 11PM-7AM, so I’ve been giving him a bottle around 12AM to help him last longer. I think that’s been helping until I can transition him to a 11-7 schedule.
I decided it was time to turn the monitor off. The nursery shares a wall with our room. I thought it’d help not hearing his cries until he really turned up those pipes. The first night he woke up around 4AM. I admit, I caved. I wasn’t quite ready; and was having some separation anxiety myself. I got him back on schedule during the day feeding him a light breakfast at 8, so he was ready to eat again by 11.
The next night I still fed him around midnight. He woke up at 6:05AM. I went ahead and gave him a bottle, it was close enough to 7 for me. I felt like I could get him back on track during the day.
The hardest night was when he woke up at 5AM. He cried for about 20 minutes, fell back asleep, then cried another 10, then he was out again. That last 10 minutes was hard. I started to cry and almost caved. I made the mistake of turning on the monitor to watch him. He grabs on to the bars and shakes forward and back. He kept sticking his hands through the bars, and one time he looked like he was trying to find a way to climb out. It was tearing at my heartstrings, but I knew if I kept caving we’d never get anywhere. He wore himself down crying, then finally laid back down.
So far the best night has been when I fed late, around 12:30AM. The next morning I woke up at 7:37AM, and realized I hadn’t woken to any cries. I turned on the monitor expecting to find him sleeping. He was playing with his toys in his crib and hadn’t made a peep.
This morning a funny thing happened. I woke up again around 7:30AM to find him playing in his crib. I turned on the monitor and watched him for a few minutes before going in to get him. He’d started “talking” and pulling on the bars so I got up.
When I went into his room, the smell met me at the door. As I got closer to the crib, I noticed poop all over his face. Great!! Chuckle, sarcasm emphasised! He’d stuck his hand in his diaper and smeared it on his face. He did it right too making sure he got both bumpers, the sheet, his blanket and some of his toys. Of all days, a water valve had busted in the basement. We had to wait to get a plumber out to fix it before everything could be washed.
As I tell everybody, he’s all boy and there’s never a dull moment around here…