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Miracle Blanket, Night 1

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

SO.  Camper’s normal “big sleep” at night, the sleep where he stays in his crib for at least 3 hours, usually doesn’t start til about 1:30am.  Then he wakes up, I feed him, and he goes BACK to bed for an hour, maybe three…depending on his mood.  I consider it a successful night if I can get him to sleep in his crib for two consecutive 2-4 hour periods.  That does not always happen.  Another problem is getting him IN bed, that can be a real struggle.  I put him down, I pick him up, I put him down, I pick him up.  Sometime I even sit him up in his crib and feed him the last ounce of his bottle, then lay him down gently and hope he stays comfortable.  Then, of course, there are the nights when he doesn’t sleep on his own at all.

My sister-in-law, Becca, called and asked if we would try something if she sent it to us.  She told us about the Miracle Blanket, I googled it and found the instructional video.  My first thought was, “There is NO WAY he’s going to let his arms be swaddled like that.”  I read a bit about it and realized that the arms are the important part.  How many times a night does Camper wake himself up by scratching his face or getting his hands or blankets too close to his mouth so he starts rooting?  Lots.  Lots Lots.  So I tried it.

And it worked.  I fed him about 11pm, which is the “goal” time.  I’d love him to go to bed at 11 consistently.  After midnight is too late, I get waaay tired by then, but any earlier and I might not want to go to sleep yet myself, even though I need to sleep while he does.  Up to this point he has only gone to bed at 11pm one time.  He ate 6 ounces (way to go Bubs!) and I changed his diaper and swaddled him up.  Then I laid him in his crib around 11:30, and sleep he did.  He slept soundly until 4:00am.  Yes people.  That’s 4.5 hours of sleep for ME.  Wonderful Becca gave me the gift of an 11 o’clock bedtime, at least for last night.

He ate 4 ounces at 4am and seemed like he was wanting some awake time.  I changed his diaper and swaddled him up again and cuddled him for about 2 minutes before I decided to put the blanket to the “ultimate” test.  I laid him down, completely awake, and laid in the bed to see what happened.  He did struggle against the blanket for a minute, but not fussing, and made a few noises and then was quiet…and next thing I know, I was waking up after 8am…so he slept from about 4:30 to about 8:15.  Yeah…not even kidding. Almost another 4 hours.  DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT ADDS UP TO?  4.5 + 4 = LIKE A KAJILLION HOURS OF SLEEP!

Another plus, the blanket seems to comfort him so much that if we give him the pacifier to lay down it “falls out” naturally when he’s done with it as opposed to knocking it out with his flying fist.  It was really funny, when I was holding him before I laid him down, he sucked his pacifier for about 5 minutes and then moved his head forward and ejected it forcefully.  It was like he couldn’t use his hand, so he just spit it as hard as he could, and then settled back into sleep.  Haha.  Also, he didn’t, even once, do one of his sleep screams where he jumps himself awake. The second time I laid him down and then actually took the pacifier out- which is a huge baby NO NO, but he stayed asleep!

Perhaps even better, I don’t worry that his blanket is covering his face or that he’s too hot or cold, or that he’s scratching his eyes out.  I really felt comfortable leaving him swaddled and then sleep more soundly myself.

I would call Night 1 a complete success.  I might swaddle him for a nap this afternoon, but I might just save if for nighttime…I haven’t decided yet.  I’ll keep you posted.

Thanks Becca :)

Nothing Else to Give

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

I wonder if everyone runs out of gas sometimes.  I see so many moms around me who never seem to lose it, whose children are always congenial (and well-dressed), and who manage to keep immaculate homes and families and cultivate elaborate, crafty hobbies while doing a million other things at the same time.  Do they ever lose it?  One specific hippy-ish mom I know floats around with her baby in a sling and talks with this tone of voice like she just woke up from a nap and found fairies and dewdrops dancing on her baby’s brow.  She bugs me.  Does she ever flip out?

I ran out of gas last night.  Bad.  I gave Camper his nighttime bottle and rocked him to sleep, gave him little kisses and swaddled him up well.  And he wouldn’t go to sleep.  Not even a little.  4am I finally put his pacifier in (we’re avoiding that at night) and went to lay in bed with John.  I heard Camper fuss and went and put his pacifier back in and ended up sitting in the kitchen, just crying.  At that moment I felt like I was never going to sleep again, ever.  I just felt so done…I wasn’t really mad or even frustrated, I just felt scared that I had run out of energy or the ability to do anything for my baby.  I was done.  That’s when John found me, put me in bed, kissed my face, and went to sleep with Camper in his room.  I cried myself to sleep and then wondered if that’s how Camper feels when he cries, tired but unable to sleep, and desperate for someone I love to come cuddle me.  I eventually did fall asleep and woke up a little groggy, a little embarrassed, but better.  I was even BETTER after a nap with Camper this morning in my bed, something else I don’t like to do.  We REALLY want him to love his own bed.

Anyway…When John got home from school we ate dinner and then he sent me first, for a nap, then out on my own for a bit.  I drove around Provo in the dark, had a grown-up conversation catching up with my friend Anisa who lives just a bit to far south for me to just “swing by,” and then ran by the grocery store.  I’m home again now and honestly…still tired.  But I’ll be ok.

Before you have a baby you picture everything being perfect, sleepy cuddly nighttime feedings with moonlight and cooing and lots of love. Then some more cooing while your baby drifts off into a beautiful sleep.   What you actually get are nighttime feedings where lotsa love is the only thing keeping you from calling the Gypsies to see if you can schedule a pickup time.  I take my hat off to any woman who braves this on her own.  I am so glad to have a husband who loves me and takes care of me, even when all I can do to take care of him in return is to try and make sure he gets some veggies at least once a day and try to give him some uninterrupted sleep when I’m not crying on the kitchen floor.  He even does laundry.  Yup.  It also helps that I can leave him with the baby with complete confidence- he actually had to show me how to NOT put a diaper on backward in the beginning.

I love my baby.  He is amazing.  He has added a dimension to my life that nothing else could- and I KNOW he was meant for our family.  I love to watch his face and see the little ways he changes every day.  I would never, never actually give him to the Gypsies.  I actually missed him tonight, being out for an hour.  But I gotta be honest, sometimes missing him is nice, and necessary.

NICU Day Five

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

Here we are, NICU day five.  The last few days have brought me highs and lows, and I hope to be able to share my thoughts about pumping, breastfeeding a baby in the NICU, leaving my baby at the hospital, all the little things he does and has done, and all my feelings about everything soon- but no time quite yet.  I just finished my 4:30am pumping and am now force feeding myself some oatmeal in preparation for going to the NICU- today we’re going to try and breastfeed.  We started yesterday, and Camper is a super champ.  Now all we need is my milk.  I’m still producing colostrum, more and more every day, but we’re still waiting for the main event.  Pray it comes in so we can start feeding him in earnest, no tubes, no pumping, and that’ll help us bring him home :)  Thanks for everyone who is calling and saying hi or checking in.  I WILL get back to you one of these days, but right now all I can do is think about my baby.  Say a prayer for us that day 5 turns into day 7 fast, and that we can introduce Camper to his home happy and healthy and soon.

BOO! Or…Whoooo

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

Camper’s going to be an owl for Halloween!!  So far this is all I’ve got…

This is what I’m going for…the hat anyway…except a newborn version.

I don’t like the body…and I’m going to make him a snowy owl (so he’ll be all white) but you can get the general idea.  I’m thinking a long-sleeved onesie, some yellow socks, a fabric marker, and some glue and I’ll be all set.  I love Halloween!!