It is hard to remember exactly what it was like and how it really was for me, us. It truly is all a blur to me. I can honestly say all my memories of his first year are blurred around the edges like someone used a focal tool in GIMP, it's like tunnel vision focusing on his face or Stud1's.
I remember the 10pm, 12am, 2 am , 4am, 6am feeds especially the ones when I would try to follow the advice of others and not co-sleep and feed. I remember falling asleep with him in my arms and waking up and feeling like I was a terrible mother for not knowing he'd finished feeding. It was a horrible time. I loved him but hated myself for not being able to do all the things I was supposed to be able to do and for doing those I could.
- Let him cry - he'll sort himself out in 3 days - I tried for an hour - he cried for the next 11 and I couldn't take him into his room without a panicked scream and arching back for the next two weeks.
- Don't feed him to sleep - impossible if your child won't settle any other way and the sound of him crying makes you physically ill.
- Don't co-sleep - co-sleeping was the only way I could get him to sleep for longer periods of time. To this day his nap in the day is co-sleeping
- Don't let others make you feel inadequate as a mother... Said the person who had just spent the last half an hour telling me it was all my fault that my child was not sleeping the required 18 hours a day.
- Don't let him move so much, it's not good for his joints - he was moving all by himself, I couldn't stop him if I tried. He was happiest standing and cruising.
He doesn't deserve that and I don't know if I can find my way out of it a second time....
I get that - my baby is 8 months and I am only just surfacing now... she had silent reflux, and the amount of 'advice' I had to sift through was colossal. It took 6.5 months for me to finally start to believe in myself as a Mother enough, to go to the Doctor and stand up for her and get some help for her reflux. Now she is a different kid, I am enjoying her and things are on the up and up - but I don't remember her first three months. I am grateful every day that I took loads of photos, so at least I have visual prompts... I am scared about having a second; but every child is different, and every experience is different. Getting PND once, doesn't mean we'll suffer from it again - I have to believe this.ReplyDelete
Stay strong, and do what YOU believe is right for you and your family.