Saturday, February 28, 2009

Baby Training Not For Me!


When I was pregnant with our first (and currently only) child, I read quite a bit, but mostly about how to breastfeed and about what was happening to my pregnant body. I knew all about foremilk and hindmilk, but I didn't know a thing about babies and their sleep patterns, with the exception that most of my friends who had babies/small children usually complained that they were sleep-deprived and were constantly warning me about the little sleep that I would be getting once Drew arrived.

Some family members as well as one friend of mine recommended to me a book about parent-directed baby-scheduling (but let's call a spade a spade...it was a book about training your baby to get on your schedule). Even as I type those words, I think about how far I've come in my thinking about my style/philosophies of parenting. The recommending family/friends talked about how the "methods" totally worked on their children and they were eager to back this up with data about how soon after birth their babies were "sleeping through the night" and how lovely it was to not have to feed their babies so often. I wonder if, in other cultures, it is common for women to brag about how long their babies sleep at night and how LONG they can go between feedings. Well, I have come to find out that I have a much different style of parenting.

Thank goodness I didn't waste my time reading the book during my pregnancy because prior to reading any of the "advice" (training instructions!) offered in the book, I had already had many intelligent and enlightening conversations with other mothers whose parenting methods felt more like mine. Granted, I don't parent too far from the perceived norm of our culture, but I definitely give more conscious thought to different areas of parenting than most other moms I come into contact with. I also do not take our pediatrician's word as the only way and/or best way to do things (like his advice to let Drew cry-it-out at 6 months).

Which brings me to why I even started this post in the first place. I want anyone and everyone (all four of you!) who read this blog to know that you don't HAVE to "train" your baby to sleep through the night by MAKING him/her Cry It Out. You can, but you really should read the research on the Ferber Method and any other CIO training methods. I am not an expert, but I have read enough to know that there is potential to damage your child's physical, mental, and emotional health if he/she is left to cry it out at a young age (yes, even six months, eight months, ten months...all too young in my opinion). Go ahead and stop reading this blog and read the Parenting Baby To Sleep blog. Or google those methods. There is information at your fingertips. You'll find huge fans of the CIO method, too. I'm just asking you to make an informed decision about why you would choose any "baby training."

OUR SLEEP STORY:
Like many, many infants, Drew came home from the hospital and slept most during the day and stayed up most of the night. It was frustrating for me and for my husband, too. He nursed every one to two hours for what seemed like years, but probably was only a couple of months. I would hear from other mothers at breastfeeding group about how their 6-week-olds were sleeping four or even six hours through the night. I'm not going to lie--I was pretty jealous. Then throughout the third and fourth months, Drew still nursed frequently. And some people thought this was not normal--but I knew it was PERFECTLY normal. And the lactation consultant and my bf group friends, and my favorite breastfeeding book knew it was normal. So we nursed on, Drew and I, meeting often during the night, neither of us sleeping for much more than two hours at a time.

My husband, the wonderful father that he is, really did want to help me find some sanity, though. He had read a bit about sleep rituals and schedules and he started a very lovely, soothing nighttime routine of bathing Drew, giving him to me to nurse, then rocking him to sleep. I think the continuity and regularity of the ritual helped Drew recognize bed TIME, even if he didn't sleep through the night. I truly believe that a regular bed time eventually helped us get to the sleeping through the night (even if it was much later!).

At the end of the fourth month (when Drew actually turned 4 months old), I remember being so excited that Drew had slept a four-hour stretch. And this continued pretty consistently, but again, Drew was still waking at least once, sometimes twice during the night. At Drew's 6-month check up, our pediatrician reminded us, no, he ENCOURAGED us, to make Drew cry it out to learn to soothe himself back to sleep. He also noted that Drew didn't NEED food in the middle of the night, that he wasn't waking because he was hungry.

A wise mother once wrote in her blog: if it doesn't feel right in your gut, then it probably isn't. And allowing my six-month old to cry while I PURPOSELY ignored him did NOT feel right to me, regardless of what the pediatrician or anyone else or any book advised. My husband was a little more eager to follow the doctor's advice--he really did want me to get more sleep, and he wanted Drew to get the rest he needed, too. But I'm blessed with a husband who trusts me, and even though he didn't necessarily agree with me in ignoring the ped's advice, he did his best to support me, and to take turns in the middle of the night when necessary.

And guess what? Gradually, Drew started sleeping longer. And if he woke crying, I nursed him if he wanted to. And if he just needed cuddling and rocking, well then we cuddled and rocked. And if we needed to sleep together for the rest of the night on the couch, that's what we did. And finally one night (when Drew had just turned eight months old), he went to bed at his regular time (8:00 p.m.) and didn't get up until about 5:00 a.m. WHA-HOO through the night! Write it on the calendar! And he started making that a regular habit, and soon 5:00 a.m. lengthened out to 6:00 a.m. And a little added bonus for Mommy and Daddy--Drew moved his 8:00 p.m. bedtime back to 7:00 p.m. -- on his own. So the best part is: I know in my heart that Drew goes to bed peacefully, and sleeps peacefully, all the while knowing that if he does need me, I'll be there. Most nights, he doesn't need me, but every once in a while he does, and I don't mind an extra snuggle with him.

So I suppose that I could boast about how my child sleeps through the night. And I could probably add that 7:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. is a pretty long time. How else did I have time to write this rather lengthy post??? BUT, I would much rather brag that I have NEVER and will NEVER use the Cry-It-Out method.


Disclaimer: I don't mean to offend anyone who has used the CIO method or any other baby training book. They just don't work for me!

ONE FINAL THOUGHT:

I don't want to be an average mom, or even a good mom--I want to be the absolute best mother I can possibly be. And I want to put myself on that path purposefully. If there is research to read, I want to know about it. I want to put Drew's needs first and foremost, whenever and however I can.

I am unbelieveably blessed to have met a fabulous mom in my breastfeeding support group. She makes me think and question and want to educate myself about parenting. And get this...I am eight years older than she is. But she is wise beyond her youth, and if you want to be a better parent, her blog is worth reading and studying.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

EASY Chicken Lasagna Alfredo

This past weekend I purchased a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store. In addition to eating the chicken as is, for your main course, there are so many uses for the leftovers...and here is one that turned out well. In fact, other than the chicken, I already had all of the ingredients in the cabinet, refrigerator, and freezer. Because the measurements depend on the size of your family, the amount of ingredients you have on hand, and the size of pan you are going to use, I am not going to include them. Plus, the best thing about a lasagna is you can pretty much "eye-ball" every ingredient and still turn out a masterpiece.

Lasagna Noodles
Jar of store-bought Alfredo sauce (1 jar for 8x8, but probably 2 for 9x13)
Cottage cheese or Ricotta
Diced cooked chicken
Frozen broccoli
Mozzarella cheese
Parmesan cheese

I made an 8x8 pan of lasagna. This is a perfect size for my family (just husband, me and baby) because we still have leftovers, but not two weeks worth. The leftovers are gone before we get tired of eating them! I used the no-boil style of lasagna noodles to save some time, but FYI: you really don't ever have to boil the other type of lasagna noodles as long as you use enough sauce. Anyway, the Barilla brand is what I had on hand. After spraying non-stick cooking spray in your baking dish, pour enough alfredo sauce to lightly coat the bottom of the pan. Spread a layer of noodles on bottom. Follow with a layer of cottage cheese, frozen broccoli, and chicken. Top with mozzarella and parmesan and a good pouring of the alfredo sauce. Repeat another layer. Finally, top the second layer with one more layer of noodles and a good helping of mozzarella cheese. I also poured any remaining sauce I had on top. Cover with foil (spray the foil with non-stick spray so the cheese doesn't bake onto it). Bake at 375 degrees for at least 45 minutes. When 20 minutes of cook-time are remaining, remove foil so cheese can get golden and bubbly. ENJOY!

By the way, there are all kinds of other things you could add--off the top of my head: sun-dried tomatoes, mushrooms, green peppers. Be creative!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Parenting Right

First I was silent. I was holding my husband's hand to my right, and a stranger's hand to my left. Every one else around me was reciting the Lord's Prayer, but I had stopped mid-prayer, already tearing up and unable to continue. As soon as we were done, I whispered to my husband, "I have to get out of here...NOW." On the verge of full-blown crying, I was glad that my husband and son were the only ones I had to climb over to get out of the pew. I needed to remove myself from the situation that had been unfolding in the pew in front of us: a father treating his daughter (maybe around two years old) terribly...and for no good reason. I could NOT take it. Now, he wasn't hitting her physically, but in actuality, he was hitting her...with his words, with his body language, with his harsh grabbing at her to settle her. We had been sitting behind this couple and their two kids for the whole service up to that point. The little girl was QUIETLY occupying herself with a book, some flashcards, and a cuddly. Was she moving around? Yes...but isn't that what two-year-olds DO? Was she muttering some two-year-old babble to herself? YES. Was she content during an adult church service meant for adult ears? ABSOLUTELY. Was her father making more noise grabbing at her and angrily "SSSHHHHHH-ing" her than the little girl was herself? Uh, YES. Was anyone else remotely bothered by the little girl? NO. By the father? YES. It wasn't just me who looked shocked at this man's behavior, although I was the only one crying about it. The girl's mom had already taken their fussy baby out of the church and into the lobby, leaving dad and the daughter alone. It seemed that once the mother was gone, the dad grew more and more annoyed and exceedingly harsh by the second. As I am watching all of this unfold, literally two feet away from me, I first said to my husband, "I can't watch this." Probably afraid that I might actually say something to the man, my husband whispered back, "You need to get a hold of yourself." And then the man's behavior continued and the tears start welling up in my eyes...and finally I made my mad-dash for the lobby, where I began sobbing.

I wonder how this father has already damaged his little girl's emotional health and how much he will continue to damage her into the future. It is no damn wonder that we get some pretty messed up kids in our classrooms. And of course I recognize that there are kids who have way worse parents than this little girl--these parents were in church for God's sake. Some parents are doing drugs on Sunday mornings. But nevertheless, this man showed no sign of love or affection for his little toddler, and was not worried at all about what the general public was watching. Jeez, I wonder how much worse it is at home. I should have been tipped off when I tried to smile at him when he first got his young baby out of her carseat. He scowled at me, too. How dare I show a little admiration for the cuteness of his baby.

So...here is where I would probably upset many people (if there happened to be more than three people who read my blog): I do NOT believe that it is everyone's right to be a parent. And furthermore, I am extremely offended by the people who abuse their fertility by continuing to have children when they have no intention of putting forth the love, effort and sacrifice that it takes to raise children who are mentally, physically, and emotionally healthy.

There, I feel better now...for me at least, but not for the poor little girl from church.