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  • The Five Minute Sleep Solution

    The sleep solution - at least the current solution - is stomach sleeping.  Sleeping face down, with his arms splayed out and face smushed against the mattress, is apparently Axel's preferred sleep position.  Maybe for months he's been longing to be belly-down at night, and was thwarted by our committment to the anti-SIDS back to sleep approach.  I don't blame him - I like to sleep on my stomach, too, especially now that I'm not carrying six pounds of baby and twenty plus pounds of amniotic fluid and pudge in my belly.  Because I'm the sort to follow the doctor's recommendations precisely, especially when they have anything to do with death, we still put him to sleep on his back - it's just that he's figured out that he can immediately roll over, wiggle around for five minutes, and burrow down into his red crib sheet before passing out.  Though I've twisted his chin to the side when his nose is smashed down, I'm not so paranoid that I roll Axel back over to his back again and again.  If I started that, I'd be doing nothing but baby rolling all night long.  If he's able to do his rolly-poly nightly settling routine, he's also able to roll back, should he need to.   

     

    Let me back up and explain our other sleep-promoting steps over the past few weeks.  First, we moved Axel in to his own room.  I thought he would have moved from his spot in the Pack N Play next to our bed to his bedroom sooner, but his room wasn't quite finished.  See, we were insane enough to decide to renovate our kitchen, add on another bedroom and bathroom, and reconfigure the office (now nursery) starting when I was just over five months pregnant with Axel.  Things didn't go as planned, as they tend to when construction or children are involved, and, after the delays of our pokey, half-competent contractor, Sean's just now finishing up the trim on the doors, windows, and baseboards.   The move in to Axel's room went pretty smoothly and didn't, as I worried that it would, backfire and cause even more night wakings and restlessness.  He settled right in, happily grabbing at the yellow wall during diaper changes and spitting up on the red and gray carpet tiles. 

     

     

    Axel's also been partaking of the sticky pasty deliciousness known as rice cereal mixed with breast milk.  Except when he's sick, he loves it - grabbing for the spoon with two hands and making his monkey face of excitement at it.  It reminds me making an elaborate paper mache earth for my 6th grade geography class.  Get out some newspaper strips and a balloon and we could make our own solar system with the leftovers.  I don't think this has had much of an affect on his sleep, but he seems to like it, and so we're going to keep on offering him bland mush.

     

     

     

    We're also fiercely protective of the bedtime routine.  We rushed home from a slow restaurant, changing our dine-in order to to-go, to get home in time to start the rice cereal, bath, baby massage, books, then bed routine.  With all of this, and allowing a bit of nighttime fussing - never more than ten minutes, because I am thin-skinned and weak - Axel's down to waking up just once per night.  

     

    Now, with his cold still in such force that he coughed so hard he made himself throw up, our sleeping through the night plan of attack is on hold.  We've withdrawn the sleep battling troops for some R & R, since we've all been hit by the same late season cold, cough, and aches.  Waking up once per night isn't really so bad, though, especially when compared to the four plus wakings we had before.  The most annoying sleep situation right now is that he's woken up at 5 am the past few mornings, and only been willing to fall asleep and stay asleep until 6 in my husband's arms.  The kid's sick, so I can see how sleeping cuddled up against a warm body would be comforting in the early morning.  I'm hoping the early morning waking when not yet ready to wake will pass when the cold does.   

     

    I'm obsessed with sleep - who's sleeping, how long, why, why not.  I'm a sleep-information addict, but all that information's just filling in for the real thing: my sleep craving will only be satisfied by the elusive, blissful full night's rest.

     

     

     


  • Sick and Tired

    After six weeks at daycare, Axel's caught his first cold.  His nose is in snot-production overdrive.  The under-arm temperature taking technique revealed a fever of 100 - 101.  I've subjected him to temperature taking a few times a week since his birth - his forehead always feels hot to me - but this time, his belly radiated heat as well.  I've been hit by the same cold, but my aching head and sore throat doesn't bother me nearly as much as my poor boy's loud, boogery breathing. 

     

    A sad, not so little cough rolls out of him, his cheeks are flushed, and he's doubled up on his naps.  Apparently, viruses are the true daytime sleep solution, not blackout shades or white noise or putting him down still a little awake or moving him into his own room. At night, he wakes up with his nose chock-full of snot, gasping and shrieking.  I'd yell, too, if I woke up unable to breathe and didn't understand why.

     

    He hates having his nose wiped, and the only thing worse than not being able to breathe while sleeping or nursing is having his nose sprayed with saline and suctioned.  I didn't realize how deviously wiggly he'd become until having to break out the bulb syringe again a few times a day.  All babies hate the bulb syringe - it's like they tell one another at the hospital to watch out for a little blue plastic device designed to suck out baby souls.

     

    All in all, though, he's relatively cheerful.  I've been able to distract him with toys, our pets, or sitting in the shade on the back porch, feeling the breeze and looking at the birds that fly past.  He'll get caught up watching something for about fifteen minutes and then he'll yell and fuss, as though he suddenly remembers he's not feeling well and wants to make sure I know:  "Look, a bird!  How does it make those things flap like that?  Oh, hey!  Did I tell you I feel like crap?  I just remembered.  I'm achy and sick!  Listen!"

     

    Yes, I know, I want to tell him - you're dripping snot on my breast while you nurse.  I remember the part of the La Leche League book that mentions of the super-charged antibody germ-fighting action of breastmilk, but I missed the part where it warns that you'll become a human Kleenex.

     

     



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About the Blogger

Oz Spies

Oz Spies in Denver

Oz Spies lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, a firefighter; their son, Axel; and a slightly obese dog and cat. She has a MFA in Creative Writing from Colorado State University.

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