As memory has it, according to my parents, when I was a baby, I was a good sleeper. [I’m actually still a good sleeper if only I was permitted the opportunity to, you know, sleep]. I clocked in 12 hour stretches from nearly the get-go and my younger brothers, while still providing baby-boot-camp style waking sessions the first six weeks of life, quickly followed suit in the sleeping department as well.
And yet over here at Casa Iqbal, sleep is still a thing of daydreams. My eldest was also a finicky sleeper at Musa’s age and considering I was a good sleeper, I can only assume my boys inherited this I hate sleep thing from K and karma is making us both pay for the sleep deprivation his mother surely endured [She has no recollection of how well or poorly K slept which makes me think she’s blocked it out lending credence to my theory].
The issue: After putting him down swaddled in his crib, he wakes an hour later for rocking and soothing and sometimes nursing. And then, an hour later. And then, well, rinse and repeat all night long. Lately I’m blissed out over two hours of uninterrupted sleep. This is problematic as I can’t just sit comatose on the couch due to the lack of REM cycles. At the moment I’m visiting my parents so can sleep in during the mornings, but really, a long stretch of uninterrupted sleep is pretty much impossible since as the nursing mama the buck stops with me.
Concerned he might be hungry, and seeing how he clamored to eat anything we put in our mouths, I started him on cereal, just a tablespoon or two each day which he adores but its not helping with sleep. In fact, its correlating with more nightly frustrations. Memory is a faulty mechanism, but I don’t remember it being this rough with my eldest and as much as I grit my teeth and chant the mantra they grow up fast, sleep deprivation is getting old fast.
Wise and veteran parents, have any of you experienced anything like this? Been in these shoes? Do you have any advice or experience that could possibly help and guide? While cry-it-out is the light at the end of the tunnel for some it’s just not for me but any advice or perspective or plain old commiseration much appreciated!