Hi there,
I am new here, funnily enough, my joining this website is sparked by a very topical and sensitive subject - shall we say, Nina Cord - if you know what I mean?
Right, i'll explain where I'm at and my dilemma...
I am a first time mummy to a beautiful baby boy, who was born August 21st 09. I was very much thrown in at the deep end (who isn't?!) I was told I had severe PCOS and it would be a huge struggle for my husband and I to conceive. I had a lot of weight to lose and then we would be going down the clomid etc route.
My husband and I married in September 2008 - by December 2008 i'd fallen pregnant! We were totally ecstatic and over the moon - we hadn't had time to think about the type of parents we'd like to be and how we would raise our baby. Obviously we talked about these things before marriage and throughout the pregnancy but we were perhaps a little too relaxed, and still totally amazed that our wish had been granted to make any serious decisions (slapped wrists I know - i hope I don't sound like we didnt or don't take parenting seriously, or for granted - WE DON'T) The only definite we knew was that I wanted to breastfeed and use baby led weaning when the time came.
I had a hard pregnancy, and spent a lot of time in hospital - had pre eclampsia and severe SPD....when the baby arrived it was like a total whirlwind.
For the first week I just cried - CONSTANTLY. and I mean, I WEPT! My life did not feel like living and I could not see that me being around would benefit this beautiful little bundle of joy at all. He'd be better off without me, as would my husband and I wanted OUT.
This was partly due to the hard time I had with BF'ing my boy. We had every problem under the sun when it came to feeding him and I felt totally alone, had no support and just could not understand why I was totally unable to feed my own child. I persisted however, and we're still exclusively BF'ing now no thanks to the bad advice and total lack of support from health visitors/midwives!!
Anyway, the very first day we brought my boy home, he refused to sleep anywhere but in our arms. He would be put in the moses basket or crib and would wail and wail until he was purple and sweaty. He also had crippling colic for the first 16 weeks of his life
At our wits end one night - after my husband and I not getting a wink of sleep for 3 days straight, I crept into bed, my husband sat down beside me holding the baby and we all fell asleep in our kingsize bed. Baby on daddy's chest.
This was the shape of things to come - sleep deprived, depressed and at a complete loss we just sort of 'fell' into co-sleeping.
We made no real attempt to do this, it just happened to us out of desperation.
The real bonus was it WORKED. Our boy slept 9 hours through the night from 8 weeks old, albeit in bed with us.
As he is exclusively breastfed, I could feed him on demand through the night with minimal disruption to either of us. He would turn over to me, latch himself on, finish feeding and then we'd both drift back off to sleep - this is still the case at almost 5 months old.
Another major issue is nap time, my son needs to be rocked and rocked and swayed and patted and sung to in order to fall asleep through the day. Anybody looking through our patio doors would think we had gone insane, rocking and swaying and bouncing on the balls of our feet, babe in arms, singing into his sqidgy little neck!!
Even this process takes anywhere from 15-45 mins to get him to sleep. He fights and screams and gets his notorious little temper going until, exhausted, he falls asleep.
God forbid you should actually sit down with him and stop the motion, he will rise his little head and let out PIERCING screams until we stand back up and repeat the above steps to lull him back to sleep.
Mummy & Daddy have absolutely NO time together at all. We can sneak a quick kiss and cwtch but the baby HAS to be sleeping in the crook of my arm.
During the day, he will spend a minimum of 10 mins either under his jungle gym or in his swing before shouting and screaming to be picked up again. God forbid I have to put him down to pop to the toilet!!! He has this piercing scream that i'm sure only dolphins can hear, and he will do this repeatedly until he gets his own way - somebody picking him up!
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be one of these mothers who plonk their babies down in front of the tv for hours on end - i'd just like to be able to shower, brush my hair and put a bit of make up on some days. I'd like to make myself a cup of coffee - and enjoy it! I'd even, dare I say it, like to crack on with my housework!! These are the things I should be doing while junior is napping, but no, I have unwillingly become an extension of my sofa or bed. When baby sleeps, he sleeps on me...so I am rendered out of action for the duration of his slumber.
I am bored and lonely (that's another story in itself, for another topic!)
The thing is, my son is totally and utterly SPOILT!! He is such a bright little thing too, far more intelligent than his tender few months dictate he should be and he has us well and truly wrapped round his pudgy little finger!
We have entered him into this nightmare of a routine and he is more than happy to continue with it, but I fear in the long run we are doing him an injustice.
Don't get me wrong, I actually enjoy co-sleeping most of the time. It's nice to be all warm and cosy together as a family...and to wake up to big slobbery kisses and smiles from the most beautiful boy in the world - but I want my son to be able to self soothe and be able to fall asleep without needing me nearby or the bounce/rock/sway/sing method we currently employ.
My son is guilty of being a comfort suckler too, because i've always let him be and will not even entertain the though of a dummy (I think i'm glad of this though??)
As parents, we are all too guilty of taking the easy way out. We are guilty of probably, loving him too much!! We cannot bear to hear his cries and screams, to the point I often end up crying myself. If he cries, my heart aches and I want to rush to make it all better. I want to kiss him and hold him until he stops. I have always thought controlled crying is most DEFINITELY not for me.
Then, the whole Nina Cord debate comes back into the spotlight and it gets me thinking. At the moment we are the total antithesis of contented little baby style parenting. Maybe that's a good thing, my husband certainly thinks so.
My intitial response is GOOD GOD NO! It's regimented, military and so cold and unloving...but a secret part inside me wistfully wonders how nice it would be if WE had a routine, perhaps not so strict. How nice it would be to be able to put my son down through the day for naps in a crib and actually get on with some housework, a bit of me time etc. How nice it would be for my husband and I to enjoy our relationship again. At this rate my son is going to be an only child!!! ;)
And that's my story - I need a bit more routine and I need it fast, before I turn round and my son is 10 and still sleeping in our bed!! I don't want to whole no eye contact and strict feeding regime, my son is and will be demand fed for as long as we both see fit. I cannot imagine having to feed him to a timetable - I think that would be even worse for us - nut then again I am totally open to ANY suggestions for a better routine for my son.
So your opinions, advice and thoughts will all be GREATLY appreciated. Please do not be afraid to speak your mind - we need all the help we can get!