A daily photo-blog of my life as an American transplanted in the UK.
Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Year 2 Day 364: Mr. Frowny Cranky-Pants
SOME people weren't a fan of being in their own space last night.
We ended up downstairs on the settee again because he REFUSED to be put down in his cot and sleep. Crying-it-out and Controlled-Crying are not options for us as we'd still lose sleep anyway because he wouldn't give in AND because neither of us agree with those methods.
As frustrating as it is to be a bit sleep-deprived, we cannot justify leaving him in a room to cry by himself. It's not the message we want to send anyway as babies at this stage are developing their trust vs mistrust and ultimately this can lead them to be fearful and deprive them of some degree of self-confidence.
We want to teach Ryan what it means to be reliable and the best way for us to do that is to not cater, but respond to his basic needs...physical and emotional.
Of course...throw in teething and bunged-up nose and you get one unhappy little bunny. Matt and I aren't the only ones that lack of sleep is affecting.
At the end of the day, we have accepted that he is a baby. This is what babies do. Sometimes they sleep and sometimes they don't. He's not manipulating us and he's certainly not a puppet-master. There's no magic fix and gone are the days where we're in charge of our own schedule. It's part of being a parent...the good with the bad. If we try something and it works...great! If not...move on to plan B...or C...or Z. Luckily we haven't run out of alphabet letters...yet.
After two and a half years in a long-distance relationship, I packed my life of 29 years into 21 boxes and moved to England to marry and be with my husband, Matt. Now I'm reveling in the youth of my 30s in Great Britain, supply-teaching in primary schools near Birmingham and enjoying newlywed life, being a mommy, and all the surprises they bring!