I feel like I am beating a dead horse here because I started writing a post about sleeping, or, namely, the lack thereof.
Kale, as I’ve mentioned, hasn’t slept well this past two weeks, but this last few days I discovered a temporary stop-gap to help him get some shut eye. After nursing, there is the rocking and cuddling and patting and stroking his forehead and then gently easing him into the crib. Some sleep experts feel that by doing this he won’t learn to put himself to sleep, but I can’t stand to listen to the moaning and whining and see the red eyes and listen to the tears and the SHEER AGONY. So for now, this works.
Today, however, the nurse/rock/cuddle/pat/stroke stopped working for whatever reason, so after almost two hours of us going through the cycle of the comforting and then dozing on me and then INSTA-WAKEFULNESS the second I put him into his crib, coupled with frustrated bleats of anger, I tried putting him on his tummy. No sooner had I done that he sighed a content little sigh, his face INSTANTLY relaxed, and he fell easily into sleep. It was like I flipped a switch.
Will he die from SIDS? Well, experts tend to disagree at what point the risk of SIDS decreases to where it is safe to tummy sleep. The BC Health Files say that you do not need to force your baby to sleep on their back once they are capable of flipping over. Well thank freakin’ God. Kale is fully capable of flipping over.
I’ve been in to check on him three times now. All three times he’s relaxed, breathing, and deeply asleep.
You know, I knew the second I wrote that, he’d wake up. Le sigh.