Saturday, July 12, 2008

Email to my parenting group

Subject: My mini sleeping miracle

Just wanted to share this, unprompted, because it's so great and maybe will help someone else...

We have an 18-month-old, our second, who is a lousy sleeper. Our first daughter has been a great sleeper since we figured out the "magic pill", which for her was that she needs to be alone in a room to sleep. We got that one figured out at 9 months, and when our second was born we were feeling pretty cocky, but she has never slept well. She always requires at least 5-10 minutes to fall asleep both naptime and night-time. Sometimes 15-20 minutes, though I don't let her go longer than that. No amount of singing, rocking, pacing or nursing will reliably get her to bed without requiring some crying. No shifted bedtime, socks, white noise, perfectly consistent routine, temperature adjustment, lovey, etc. helped. Even our pediatrician said, "Sounds like you're doing everything right." This is not something I normally hear from pediatricians.

If this sounds like you, read on.

Of course I've read that some kids just need some crying, and I've read not to let your kid ever cry in their crib, but it's not a perfect world, every baby is different, etc. etc. All things being equal, I'd prefer that she happily drift off instead of cry, right? I kept expecting another magic pill, but never found one, until...

We went on a 2-week long working vacation last month which involved 3 different cribs for her, and needless to say the 1st night was horrible. I won't go into detail, but it did spark a certain level of desperation. So the second night I got a big pile of stuffed animals (we were houseswapping, so plenty of those), and let her choose which went in her crib. She considered each carefully and chose about half of them. Then her blanket and she went in the crib. Out like a light. Not a peep.

The second night, I tried the same thing, "Does this go in the crib?" She chose her animals (different this time), then "Does the blanket go in the crib?" and "Does the baby go in the crib?" Now mind you she has no problem saying 'no', but to these last 2 she consistently said yes throughout our stay. Sometimes even tried to crawl in herself after the blanket went in. Worked just as well at naptime.

Second house, different stuff, same routine, worked like a charm.

Third hotel room, no stuffed animals except what we'd brought, but I included a sweater, clean socks, and other soft stuff in the pile she got to choose from. Once again, like a charm.

Now I thought this was all about being in a strange environment and choosing the things she'd wake up to in the middle of the night. If she thought about each thing they wouldn't be foreign when she stirred at 1am. But...

Now we are home, and I do the same thing. Take everything out that's normally in her crib, stuffed animals that have always been there, and we sort through the pile. Here usually everything is acceptable and goes in the crib. And this strategy continues to work. She has without exception gone down to sleep without a peep every time. Obviously those things were already familiar, so maybe it's just having control? It could be prepping her to go down, but we do have a long bedtime routine with dinner, dishes, bath, books, nursing, so you wouldn't think she'd need more, but whatever it is, it even seems to be improving night-time wakings (she still wakes up 2-3 times a night, but last night slept from 11-6, only the 3rd time in her life she's done that).


If anyone else has similar sleep issues, I'd be very interested to hear if this works for them. Or theories about why it works would be interesting too.

Off to bed... perchance to sleep!
Audrey

Photos from the beach...

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Watershed Moments

Two today.

First: taking a walk after dinner, Calliope points and says something to the effect of "fuh vuh", and then signs 'flower'. Ryan and I look at each other and at the same time ask, "Did she just say flower?" We look at Calliope in unison. She, looking up at us, nods vigorously.

Until now her speaking is limited to 'yeah', 'no' (a lot), 'uh-oh', 'that', 'MAMA' (her first word, definitely, which she uses to refer variously to Ryan, Clementine and I, signing Daddy vigorously in any instance), and possibly one attempt at 'bubbles'.

Second: getting into the bathtub, I put her feet in, put the potty seat in, and sit her down. A moment later, "Uh oh!" Yay! She did it! Woo hoo!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Last Day in San Francisco

Oh dear. And I haven't blogged a bit. I feel like these two worlds are so different that when we get to Durango I won't remember a moment.

This morning we went to Baker Beach and had more photos taken by our favorite photographer, Helen. Good thing, as of course our camera was out of batteries and we haven't taken a shot all weekend. This was the most time we'd spent at the beach so far (though we'd been twice), so that was fun and cold and exhausting. Now we're napping and cleaning house as we ship out to a hotel this evening.

As it was a 'working vacation', we didn't have time to do many of the things we'd hoped to do. We had one or two visits with our friends, and we did manage a little time at the beach, at the zoo, and at the park. House sitting and vacation swapping takes a little time as you really need to clean up before you leave. We switched houses mid-vacation so spent nearly all of last Saturday cleaning, packing, and then acclimating to the new house.

The place we're about to leave is amazing -- high up on a hill in Bernal Heights, we can see over all of the Mission and Noe Valley, all the way up to Twin Peaks which is basically right across from us. Birds fly lower than the living room window, on the bottom floor. We are sad to leave it.

We did manage to get some basic shopping done -- shoes for the girls and I, a few groceries to bring home. But mostly work. The nice thing about a working vacation is that you still have to eat! We've hit Mission Pies, Tartine (of course), Noe Valley Bakery, Mitchell's, Minh's Garden, Emmy's Spaghetti Shack, Pizzaria Delfina, Louis', Pauline's, and for our anniversary, Waterbar. We grocery shopped at Andronico's, Trader Joes, and Whole Foods. And I was lucky enough to have business lunches and dinners at Coco 500, Regalito, Chez Spencer and Salt House. Holy smokes did we eat!

We had some nanny troubles. We borrowed our houseswaps' nanny, Esperanzo, who is an energetic 70 with lots of experience. She and Clementine did horribly. Bad chemistry, but also lots of changes. But I have never seen Clementine so difficult. Finally Anza said she couldn't help us anymore. In a turn of events that turned out to be an interesting experiment, we moved houses and nannys and tried again. Clementine got along with Katie fabulously, in spite of similar changes, so who knows. Maybe it was just chemistry? And of course with Clementine always crying and upset Calliope was always crying and upset too, so things did not go well at all for poor Anza. Happily we found someone else on short notice . Having never had "the difficult child", it was a new experience for me. Ryan shrugged it off but I spent some time wondering whether to be hurt, offended, worried, angry...? Happily things with Katie went so well that I have shrugged it off too.

Calliope has rounded a significant corner. Just four days ago she started saying, "No." I mean, she said it every once in a while, but suddenly she says it no matter what you ask her. On the way home from the beach today she was just singing it to herself in the back seat. "No no no no noooooOOOO. No no no nooOOoooo no no." Not a particularly good sig. We see the "terrible two's" looming over the horizon, which will probably be a very different experience for us with a less-verbal child.

Anyway, home tomorrow with lots to think about, jiggety-jig.