I will be reposting old blog posts as I get back into the swing of writing and blogging here. The following is a post I wrote when I first started blogging here more than 5 years ago. My son was just a baby then and now he is six and still waking me up at night! He still needs me!
Here it is:
Dashiell is almost ten months and not sleeping through the night. Not even close. Last night he was up three times. Usually he's up 2-3 times and I nurse him to sleep and I'm back in bed in twenty minutes.
This is completely intentional and I was reminded yesterday as to why.
I picked him up from daycare and as soon as I walked through the door he fell on his butt and started crying. I ran over to him and swooped him up and gave him kisses galore.
Then he reached his arms out to his teacher.
I won't lie and say this didn't bother me. It did. If this wasn't my second child I probably would have driven home in tears.
I told myself that this was a good thing. He is happy there. He spends a lot of time there and this particular teacher is wonderful and kind and loving. We spend a lot of money to give our children the best possible care.
I also told myself that she's not there at midnight to hold him when he cries, I am.
She's not there at 3AM to rub his belly when he has gas, I am.
She can't nurse him to sleep, I can.
I'm not ready to give that up. I would miss stumbling down the hall and swooping him up out of his crib and comforting him.
I don't get to do that during the day, she does. I get him all night and I'm not about to let that go. Especially when I saw him reach out to another woman.
I should say I have very strong feelings about "crying it out" and teaching your child to soothe himself. I don't think it needs to happen in the first year. When my babies cry, I go to them. I did the same with Annabelle and I don't regret it at all.
I would have regretted the torment of letting her cry when there was something I could have done to stop it. I would have regretted missing out on those middle of the night feedings because it was what I thought I needed or should have done.
I have a couple of months until I will start weaning. Just a couple more months of pumping in the bathroom at work. After that I know he won't get up as much and eventually not at all. I know I'll miss it.
One day he won't need me at all.