Owen doesn’t like to sleep in his crib. He cries and cries and cries and it’s just a matter of wanting to be held because he will have just eaten, just been burped, and just had a diaper change. Of course, it kills me to hear it and I can’t take it for long (two minutes seems like at least 10). Of course, this means we don’t get much sleep as we’re up with him ALL night.
We thought he might just want to be in the same room with us, so we set up a laundry basket on the floor next to us…and…yeah…that didn’t work, either.
So we did what we said we’d never do—put him in bed with us, just so we could get SOME sleep. Of course, when the pediatrician asked about sleeping and we told her what we were doing, we got a mini lecture from her.
So tonight we have to try letting him cry—which she said was okay. And I know we can let him cry a bit, and then try setting him down again, lather/rinse/repeat…but I also know you’re not supposed to let newborns cry because they need to feel you are there and taking care of them—they aren’t manipulative [yet].
Friends recommended “The Happiest Baby on the Block” DVD so that was already ordered…and we couldn’t wait for it to arrive.
We’re also having breastfeeding issues which came to the forefront today…
I know your nipples are not supposed to hurt, and if they do, it’s because the latch is wrong…so one of my nipples was SO tender I thought I was going to die when he latched on. I thought his latch was right—the jaw was moving, the ear was moving, he was swallowing—but it didn’t look like he was latched the way all the pictures show (with lots of areola in his mouth)…so when my nipples started to get sore, I was sure I was doing it all wrong, and it snowballed from there, and I lost it. Poor Tom, LOL. So I decided to call the lactation consulting for an $80 consultation.
I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but today was a bad day.
Stay tuned.