I wrote this to my Mom on my phone last night at about 3am while pretty pissed off. To be clear, with the light of day comes some clarity, and I’m not mad anymore – just sort of incredulous/frustrated. Below, I’ve tried to tone it down a bit and explain a bit more, but geez… why are men such babies?
(Sorry in advance for the rash of parenthesis! Haha.)
As background, I don’t believe in CIO, but my peds doc made a good point on Wednesday. Stella hates pacifiers, so in a way, my boob has become the pacifier. Often times now, Stella is waking up, fussing, “comfort nursing” for a couple of minutes, and then she goes right back to sleep, so the peds doc mentioned that it’d be easier for Charlie to rock her to sleep so that she doesn’t smell my milk and instinctively root for it. I mentioned this to Charlie before bed last night, and he snorted and said something like, “Yeah, right, like she really said that.” Um, yeah, she did.
Last night Stells ate a bunch at 7pm and 9pm and went down for the night at 9pm like usual. She then woke up at 12:30 and I nursed her again. At 3am, she woke up again (I think b/c the batteries died in her swing – another thing we’re trying to wean her off of bit by bit). She wasn’t crying – just talking/vocalizing to herself, so instead of immediately grabbing her and going to the next room to nurse her, I decided to try to wait it out and see if she would put herself back to sleep. Charlie grumbled and tossed and turned for about 90 seconds and then jumped out of bed to get her. Below is what happened…
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Oh my gosh, biggest baby ever (and I’m not talking about Stella). This is the FIRST NIGHT that I have asked Char to get up and try to rock Stells back to sleep because I didn’t think she was actually hungry, just waking up out of habit, and he’s whining about how we need to give her sleeping pills (for a baby? Are you kidding me?), she used to sleep “so much better” (no she didn’t, I just usually got up and out of the room with her before he ever woke up -plus, this is only the 2nd time tonight – that’s not bad!), pouting because he “just doesn’t think he can go back to sleep now” (he just went downstairs to watch tv), etc etc. So fucking annoyed. I’ve done this for 4 months, and he can’t handle one time, one night? He turned on all the lights to get her (which of course woke her up more), talked to her (woke her up more), unswaddled her to check her diaper (woke her up more – and at this point I don’t usually bother changing her diaper in the middle of the night if she hasn’t soaked thru)…and then crankily rocked her and wondered why she was wide awake and fussing. Ya, I just got up and told him to go watch tv and put her back to sleep myself. UGH.
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Men. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t live without ’em.
How did you teach your baby daddy how to handle the middle of the night wake-ups?
Do you just handle it yourself?
Again, why are men such babies? 😉
