Weaning Thane from breastfeeding was easier than i thought.
Now, whenever its nap or bedtime, all i have to do is to lie on the mattress next to his bed and do my own thing, while he wriggles and squirms round and round the bed, trying to find a sweet spot to lay his little head.
(You know, just like when a dog needs to poo, he goes round and round and round until he finds a nice spot and then he goes?)
After about 15min of burrowing around his bed, he finally falls asleep with nary a fuss.
Heaven!
But the catch is that i HAVE to be beside him. If suddenly during his squirming he happens to look up and im not there, he'll scream the house down till i come back and sit beside him.
It doesnt work if hubby is sitting there. It has to be me.
But im not complaining...its a far far cry from having to nurse him left, right, left, right.....on and on and on for at least 45min!
His appetite has increased much more too. Now he takes 3 bottles of milk a day, 300ml in the morning, 150ml in the afternoon and 120 ml at night, on top of 3 full meals.
No more eating like a mouse! Hallelujah!
However, even without breastfeeding, he's still quite the mama's boy.
Ever so often during the course of the day, he will come and lay his head on my chest and just lie there for a good 10min. He will want me to hug and cuddle and carry him like a baby, smiling contentedly when i do.
And when he's upset, all i have to do is pick him up, cradle him and soothe the raw nerves with some quiet words and he's fine and dandy again.
And i was so worried that only breastfeeding could calm him down!
So overall, i would rate this weaning episode a 10/10. And we got to go for a holiday on our own on top of that!
Happiness...
Showing posts with label bedtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bedtime. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
When night falls...
I hate bedtime. Absolutely detest, abhor, dread...even fear it.
Why so, u may ask?
1. The kids love to fight sleep. After the routine bedtime stories, teeth brushing and washing up, they will go to their room and laugh, squeal, bounce around, do somersaults and basically egg each other on to see who can create a greater ruckus.
No amount of yelling, threatening or scolding on my part will make them stop. Only until their last ounce of energy is spent will they lie down , exhausted but satisfied.
I cant leave them alone because they love to play rough and i have to keep an eye on the baby, lest his sister breaks his bones in her over zealous enthusiasm.
If he's down fast enough, ill have to play dead beside Terelle till she falls asleep. Some nights she takes a long time to go down, and ill invariably end up falling asleep in a weird position, waking up with a bad crick in my neck/shoulder, totally numb arms and a pounding headache.
Again, i cant up and leave cos Terelle insists i stay. If not she will launch into her hysterics and follow me around the house, simply refusing to stay put in her room.
She claims that Baby Bone is too small to protect her from the monster in her room.
Tsk tsk, you may go. Bad sleep habits, i know, especially the breastfeeding Thane to sleep part.
Trust me, ive tried letting him fall asleep on his own. But he'll either cry himself hoarse or wait up and continue playing till i come and nurse him to sleep.
Many a time have i come home from tuition to find him still wide awake at 1030pm cos he's waiting for me. He is obviously tired, but the stubborn boy just wont rest till he's got the breasts.
3. Once they are asleep, im torn between going to bed early and catching up on my forever insufficient sleep or spending some precious quality time with hubby. Cos it is only after the kids sleep do we get to chat, watch some tv or have a bite of supper together.
I always wind up choosing hubby over sleep, resulting in an even bigger sleep debt which i dont think i can ever dream of repaying.
4. When i finally get to bed, i am thoroughly beat. I dread to think that any moment, the baby will wake and ive to go tend to him, leaving me with another night of broken sleep.
If he doesnt nurse, he will want to sleep on my chest for comfort. Imagine a 11kg weight crushing your ribcage. Sleep? What sleep?
If i ignore him, he will stuff his little fingers in my nostrils and yank my face towards him.
If i still resolutely pay no attention to him, he will start to howl. And ill surrender. Cos if he snaps out of his half asleep daze, that's it for me. He'll be bouncing off the walls for the next 2 hours.
And so ill end up spending the next half hour nursing him, me wide eyed in the dark, the rest of my family snoring contentedly around me.
We've tried letting him cry it out when he wakes but ultimately, one of us will give in, usually hubby, cos he has to work the next day.
"Just give him the breast and shut him up!", he would fume.
I would yield when his cries turn into wracking sobs that leave him shuddering for breath.
We've tried giving him water when he wakes to nurse but he takes a few sips and starts to howl again.
We've tried giving him a bottle of milk. Same thing.
We've tried singing, rocking, bouncing, talking...nothing works.
He just wants the mammaries.
Worst of all, he doesnt even drink properly. He just sucks for comfort.
Terelle, god bless her little soul, never had such sleep issues. As soon as her energy is all used up, she sleeps like a dream. No amount of screaming on her brother's part can wake her and she will sleep her requisite 10hours straight at night.
And this is on top of her standard 2 hour nap in the afternoon.
I know its bad to compare, but why is it so damn hard to put Thane to sleep?
Have i really done wrong by not inculcating good sleep habits from young?
Ill give anything if he can sleep independently without nursing and sleep throughout the night just like his sister.
As a stay at home mum, ive had to deal with many challenges regarding raising the kids; tantrums, whining, illnesses, discipline...But NOTHING, nothing comes close to dealing with Thane's sleep issues.
Because of him, im constantly tired, crabby and snapping at everyone all the time. Ive no energy for my beloved sports and can hardly engage the kids in meaningful activities in the day.
I dont know how long more of this i can take. Already my days go by in a woozy daze because i only get 5 hours (max) of broken sleep every night.
If anyone has any ideas, please give me some new insights to resolve this nightmare, if not i think ill seriously go cuckoo from lack of sleep.
Why so, u may ask?
1. The kids love to fight sleep. After the routine bedtime stories, teeth brushing and washing up, they will go to their room and laugh, squeal, bounce around, do somersaults and basically egg each other on to see who can create a greater ruckus.
No amount of yelling, threatening or scolding on my part will make them stop. Only until their last ounce of energy is spent will they lie down , exhausted but satisfied.
I cant leave them alone because they love to play rough and i have to keep an eye on the baby, lest his sister breaks his bones in her over zealous enthusiasm.
And so there i sit, in semi darkness, while they run riot beside me. And i am helpless until all their energy is exhausted.
2. Once they're pooped, I have to breastfeed Thane to sleep and keep Terelle company at the same time. If im lucky, breastfeeding him will take a mere 15min. If im not, it can drag up to 2 hours.
If he's down fast enough, ill have to play dead beside Terelle till she falls asleep. Some nights she takes a long time to go down, and ill invariably end up falling asleep in a weird position, waking up with a bad crick in my neck/shoulder, totally numb arms and a pounding headache.
Again, i cant up and leave cos Terelle insists i stay. If not she will launch into her hysterics and follow me around the house, simply refusing to stay put in her room.
She claims that Baby Bone is too small to protect her from the monster in her room.
Tsk tsk, you may go. Bad sleep habits, i know, especially the breastfeeding Thane to sleep part.
Trust me, ive tried letting him fall asleep on his own. But he'll either cry himself hoarse or wait up and continue playing till i come and nurse him to sleep.
Many a time have i come home from tuition to find him still wide awake at 1030pm cos he's waiting for me. He is obviously tired, but the stubborn boy just wont rest till he's got the breasts.
3. Once they are asleep, im torn between going to bed early and catching up on my forever insufficient sleep or spending some precious quality time with hubby. Cos it is only after the kids sleep do we get to chat, watch some tv or have a bite of supper together.
I always wind up choosing hubby over sleep, resulting in an even bigger sleep debt which i dont think i can ever dream of repaying.
4. When i finally get to bed, i am thoroughly beat. I dread to think that any moment, the baby will wake and ive to go tend to him, leaving me with another night of broken sleep.
If he doesnt nurse, he will want to sleep on my chest for comfort. Imagine a 11kg weight crushing your ribcage. Sleep? What sleep?
If i ignore him, he will stuff his little fingers in my nostrils and yank my face towards him.
If i still resolutely pay no attention to him, he will start to howl. And ill surrender. Cos if he snaps out of his half asleep daze, that's it for me. He'll be bouncing off the walls for the next 2 hours.
And so ill end up spending the next half hour nursing him, me wide eyed in the dark, the rest of my family snoring contentedly around me.
We've tried letting him cry it out when he wakes but ultimately, one of us will give in, usually hubby, cos he has to work the next day.
"Just give him the breast and shut him up!", he would fume.
I would yield when his cries turn into wracking sobs that leave him shuddering for breath.
We've tried giving him water when he wakes to nurse but he takes a few sips and starts to howl again.
We've tried giving him a bottle of milk. Same thing.
We've tried singing, rocking, bouncing, talking...nothing works.
He just wants the mammaries.
Worst of all, he doesnt even drink properly. He just sucks for comfort.
Terelle, god bless her little soul, never had such sleep issues. As soon as her energy is all used up, she sleeps like a dream. No amount of screaming on her brother's part can wake her and she will sleep her requisite 10hours straight at night.
And this is on top of her standard 2 hour nap in the afternoon.
I know its bad to compare, but why is it so damn hard to put Thane to sleep?
Have i really done wrong by not inculcating good sleep habits from young?
Ill give anything if he can sleep independently without nursing and sleep throughout the night just like his sister.
As a stay at home mum, ive had to deal with many challenges regarding raising the kids; tantrums, whining, illnesses, discipline...But NOTHING, nothing comes close to dealing with Thane's sleep issues.
Because of him, im constantly tired, crabby and snapping at everyone all the time. Ive no energy for my beloved sports and can hardly engage the kids in meaningful activities in the day.
I dont know how long more of this i can take. Already my days go by in a woozy daze because i only get 5 hours (max) of broken sleep every night.
If anyone has any ideas, please give me some new insights to resolve this nightmare, if not i think ill seriously go cuckoo from lack of sleep.
Friday, April 24, 2009
I sing, she sings
Since she was a wee babe, ive been singing a special song to her. "Jesus Loves Me" will never fail to calm her down when she's tired and cranky, and is most certainly the lullaby of choice at bedtime.
Even now, most nights as she is lying in bed smelling her beloved blankie, she will implore either of us to sing it. And if Daddy doesnt do a good job of singing, because he is in the midst of falling asleep himself, she will order me to redo it, properly.
And yes, Baby Bone has come to adopt it as his calming song too. Whenever he is irritable n restless, ill cradle and nurse him and sing this song, and he will stop fidgeting and slowly drift off to sleep.
Lately, Terelle is very taken by a particular song she heard on a childrens' cd. She keeps singing it over and over again, never seeming to get sick of it. It goes like this:
I picked the reddest apple from the tree
It was the finest one that I could see
I saved it all except a bite or two
Just for you
I carried home the groceries from the store
I wanted to be helpful with the chores
I put them all away except a few
Just for you
Someday ill be grownup too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
I ate up all my lunch just like you said
But i think there was a little too much bread
And so i left the crust when i was through
Just for you
Someday ill be grown up too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
Just one more thing before i go to bed
When everything i have to say is said
There's something special that i wanna do
Here's a kiss
Just for you
The first time she managed to memorise all the verses, she said,"Mummy, this song is for you." And some nights as we are lying in the dark, she will sing it to me, in her sweet little soprano voice.
I dont think she fully understands the emotional nuances of this song but i'd like to think she means every single word of it, and it warms my heart.
Baby, when im old and grey and my memory is failing me, sing this song again to mummy and let me remember how we used to sing each other to sleep ok?
Even now, most nights as she is lying in bed smelling her beloved blankie, she will implore either of us to sing it. And if Daddy doesnt do a good job of singing, because he is in the midst of falling asleep himself, she will order me to redo it, properly.
And yes, Baby Bone has come to adopt it as his calming song too. Whenever he is irritable n restless, ill cradle and nurse him and sing this song, and he will stop fidgeting and slowly drift off to sleep.
Lately, Terelle is very taken by a particular song she heard on a childrens' cd. She keeps singing it over and over again, never seeming to get sick of it. It goes like this:
I picked the reddest apple from the tree
It was the finest one that I could see
I saved it all except a bite or two
Just for you
I carried home the groceries from the store
I wanted to be helpful with the chores
I put them all away except a few
Just for you
Someday ill be grownup too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
I ate up all my lunch just like you said
But i think there was a little too much bread
And so i left the crust when i was through
Just for you
Someday ill be grown up too
And if i can ill grow up just like you
Just one more thing before i go to bed
When everything i have to say is said
There's something special that i wanna do
Here's a kiss
Just for you
The first time she managed to memorise all the verses, she said,"Mummy, this song is for you." And some nights as we are lying in the dark, she will sing it to me, in her sweet little soprano voice.
I dont think she fully understands the emotional nuances of this song but i'd like to think she means every single word of it, and it warms my heart.
Baby, when im old and grey and my memory is failing me, sing this song again to mummy and let me remember how we used to sing each other to sleep ok?
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