Dash didn’t sleep for 6 months. I know, I know you think I am exaggerating. I do exaggerate it’s true, but I’m serious about sleep. And we all didn’t sleep for 6 months. We napped. Poorly. For 6 months. It was a bad, bad time and finally at 6 months we gave him his aden + anais security blanket and shut the door. (These are amazing.) Then things got better. And then a little better. And then really great. But then my BFF had baby #2 and instead of being like her delightful older sister she is being a little like Dash and won’t sleep. It hurts my heart to hear about families going through what we went through and I wish I could go care for their babies for a night so they could go to sleep without hearing a crying baby. So when my BFF came for a visit before Thanksgiving I got the chance. Well, more accurately Zach got the chance.
On the first night of her visit I was up all night panicking, but not helping so by the second night I was tuckered out and Zach did most of the late night baby duty so that my BFF and I could sleep. oops. But amazing.
We pulled out all the tricks we had learned about baby sleep – swaddling, white noise, dark cave-like room for nighttime sleep, high-speed setting on the swing, naps every 90 minutes during the day, interpreting her cries – and this time we weren’t sleep deprived so it just wasn’t such a hopeless pursuit. Oh, that and it wasn’t our child crying. There is that whole mother-nature-instinct-to-stop-the-earth-from-turning-if-it-would-help-your-baby thing that is triggered when your baby cries. When my friend’s beloved child cries I care for her, but I can see through her silliness and know that I am older and wiser and know that all she really wants is sleep.
By the end of the weekend she was not a reformed sleeper, but there is hope. There is a light at the end of the dark, dark nights. And in return for that my BFF organized my pantry, took photos of our family and 15-month shots of Dash and product shots for my soon-to-be etsy shop, taught me how to make the most delicious pancakes and toddler and husband pleasing quesadillas, and generally nourished my soul.
Here we are with our offspring:
(can you really expect a baby with hair like that to follow the rules the rest of us live by??)
and Dash in his boyish glory:
and some of the fun we had:
and this shot that is the whole reason we moved into our new home:
A lot of little lives in one room. And yes, I am referring to the recipe on my computer across the kitchen. My eyesight is amazing.
But seriously, we have a dark cave of a room in our basement, a white noise machine, and a baby swing that goes very fast, i.e. baby sleep central. We will be happy to rent it out.