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Babywise saved my life

Parenting is the kind of thing they don’t teach you in school. As parents, we stumble and grope our way in the darkness, unsure of whether we’re doing the right thing all the time. It doesn’t help that there are a thousand different (often contrasting) parenting methods, each claiming to be THE REVOLUTIONARY parenting style. To top that off, our parents have their own ideas of how to raise kids, seeing that we turned out somewhat normal (normal being a matter of perspective, of course).

So is there a right parenting style, or do all roads lead to Rome? As long as we’re not Hitler or Joseph Walter Jackson, does it really matter if we co-sleep with the baby or let him cry it out? I am of the opinion that kids don’t remember a smidgen of what went on in the first 2 years of their lives and these decisions really end up affecting the parents more than the kids.

Before Tru was born, a friend introduced me to a book called On Becoming Babywise and that has been my bible as far as parenting goes. At first, it seemed like the hardest parenting advice I’ve ever heard, but upon witnessing the effects it produced, we were completely sold. 14 months in, we’ve never looked back and it is perhaps the only reason why we even considered having Kirsten 4 months after Tru was born.

In a nutshell, Babywise advocates parent-directed parenting, which places the responsibility of parenting squarely on the parents and not the kids. This is opposed to child-directed parenting, where they believe babies know what they want and parents should react to their babies’ cries at the drop of a hat, sending them into a frenzy every time the baby so much as whimpers. BABIES DON’T KNOW WHAT THEY WANT.

How it translates into actual parenting is this:

1. Babies cry. It’s what they do and there’s no getting around it. It’s also not the end of the world. It’s the only way they know how to communicate and crying is normal. Ok, it sends my blood pressure into overdrive, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s not going to kill them.

2. Babies need a routine. Simply reacting to their cries makes parenting a real pain. Without a proper schedule, it could be due to a plethora of reasons, and chances are, we’ll pick the wrong solution. A routine helps to eliminate factors, making it easier to identify why the baby is crying.

3. Sleep has to be taught. It may seem like the most natural thing in the world but trust me, extended sleep is a skill that must be learnt. If babies have it their way, they would sleep for 3 hour stretches for the first 5 years of their lives and the number of parents committing harakiri will go up exponentially.

4. Independence is important. This whole babies need an extended womb theory is nonsense. If babies needed to be in the womb, they would stay in the womb and not come out. Now that they’re out, we don’t need to create an artificial womb and have them attached to our bodies 24/7.

The truth is, babies that learn to sleep well on their own end up being happy, cheerful, smart and independent. But the process of learning is well, PAINFUL as hell (for the parents) and it involves copious amounts of wailing and screaming (by both parties).

From day 1, my kids are placed in their own cots to sleep WHILE THEY ARE AWAKE and this makes me wildly unpopular. The idea is that they have to learn to fall asleep on their own without being rocked or carried. The benefits are twofold. It means that I don’t have to carry them for hours to induce sleep, only to have them wake up and scream once I lower them into the cot. Also, it will help them to fall back asleep if they wake up in the middle of the night. Of course it’s met by tremendous resistance and Tru had a legendary 6-hour crying session on a particularly trying day. I was pacing the floor outside his room screaming into a pillow and every 10 minutes, I would go into the room to pacify him. He only fell asleep after 6 hours.

But he’s come a long way since then. He’s been sleeping through the night since he was 12 weeks old, and nap times aren’t painful. When it’s time for a nap, I can put him down in his cot while he’s wide awake and walk out. Some days, he’ll talk to his soft toys for an hour before he falls asleep, but there’s none of that cot-resistance.

In a way, it’s a matter of necessity. With 2 kids, I simply do not have the time to carry them to sleep. But more importantly, it has done wonders for my sanity as well as my marriage. With the kids down for the night at 7pm, we get to spend quality time alone in the evenings instead of being flustered and exhausted. The best part is, with good sleep, Tru is like a ball of sunshine in the daytime, making it a breeze to watch him (that being relative as well).

In another 2-3 weeks, I’m hoping Kirsten will adjust to sleeping through the night as well. I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in 5 weeks and it’s killing me. Any more of this and I’ll be too high strung to take care of the kids without snapping at them all day. A happy mommy results in happy kids.

So yes, Babywise saved my life.

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My kid went through ancient Chinese torture

I love long weekends but this one is turning out to be the worst long weekend ever. Now I wish it was a short weekend. First, Tru was taken ill with a flu of the most massive proportions. Then I broke my specs so it’s got a huge crack on the right lens and it keeps slipping off my nose and I have to keep pushing it back up like some gawky kid (the husband wants me to fix it asap as I also apparently look like the victim of domestic abuse.  And Kirsten has been terribly cranky, refusing to sleep and screaming away for extended periods.

After hearing a lot of good stuff about traditional chinese medicine, we decided to bring Tru for a consult. Believe it or not, the doctors are called physicians and this one had a particularly deadly name – Peng Ya Ling (whom I suspect was a former pugilist master). I was half expecting her to channel some “qi” (internal energy) into his system and attack his acupuncture points, but it was all pretty mild. All she did was look very thoughftul and  scribble furiously on her notepad while we explained all his symptoms. After that, she came back with a concoction of 25 herbs and spices in 14 neat little packs. On another note, despite his illness, Tru decided to turn on the charm and spent the whole consult flirting with her, touching her hand and smiling at her. Little Casanova.

Returning home with the meds, we were instructed to feed him the powder twice a day for 7 days. Now how does one feed POWDER to a BABY? The husband had a couple of ingenious ideas.

Husband: Maybe we should add it to his milk.

Me: He’s not stupid. He’ll refuse the milk and after that we’ll have to struggle with feeding him milk.

Husband: I know, we can add it to peanut butter to disguise the taste.

Me: Oh i know, i know- how about putting it into a piece of bread and rolling it up?

Husband: I think we’re just going to have to go primitive.

The first attempt, we tried adding water to it and then feeding him with a syringe, except that we added way too much water and he had ingest 15 full syringes of meds. The whole time, we had to pin him down and force open his mouth while he was screaming and kicking like he was being tortured.

The next round, I wised up and decided to go with a spoon. I also added less water to the mix so it ended up like a HUGE CLUMP OF HERBY PASTE. The screaming and kicking continued and this time, the clump was so huge that he puked it all out and there we were, trying to force back the puke into his mouth. I felt like a Nazi.

it looked like this - except worse. I kid you not.

it looked like this - except worse. I kid you not.

We can”t quite post an actual picture, just in case Social Services hauls us down for an interrogation.

I think the whole experience traumatized him so much that for the rest of the day, he was suffering from panic attacks, resulting in random screams throughout a day. And as I found out, crankiness is contagious. The screaming rubbed off on Kirsten and she too decided to join in the fun.

So that’s how my weekend went. Hang on while I push up my specs. I hope I don’t develop a lazy eye from having to see through one eye.

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Eeny Meeny Miny Moe

Guess Who

Guess who..mommy is going to pick?

One of the downsides to having 2 kids so close together is that my boy is forced to grow up a lot faster than he would otherwise have to. At 14 months, he’s still very much a baby, but with the arrival of an even smaller baby, the contrast makes him seem like a giant of a child.  I often find myself thinking that he’s a big boy, then I stop myself short and remember that he’s just barely made it into the stage of toddlerhood.

To be honest, if things were a little different and I didn’t have Kirsten around, I’d still be babying him till he was 12. But with 2 kids, he’s just gotta learn to deal. We all do.

Only thing is, while he’s been amazing these past weeks in making room for his little sister and having to play by himself and coming to terms with the fact that Mommy’s not all his anymore, there are days where I can tell he’s struggling to adjust. And it shows up in different ways. One day he’s clingy and needy and stuck to my hip and another day he’s refusing to let me carry him. Also, after months of sleeping on his own without fussing, he screams bloody murder every time I try to put him to bed. I need to hold him and snuggle for a good hour before he’ll be contented enough to drift off to sleep.

That’s the dilemma though. On any given day, both kids will be demanding for Mommy AT THE SAME TIME and God forbid they have to wait a fraction of a second for me to magically appear. Much as that is a boost to my ego (I’m hot property), it breaks my heart to have to decide who’s turn it is to get me first. At first I was all like “of course I have to attend to the smaller one first since she’s a baby and all”, then I realize that they are both still babies and it’s not really fair for Tru to have to wait all the time. In fact, Kirsten is probably too small for a little bit of crying to do any permanent damage, but Tru’s at an age where he might actually remember that Mommy wasn’t there for him because she was too busy taking care of his baby sister.

So I’ve kinda developed a system to assuage the guilt. Kirsten gets first dibs if she’s hungry (which happens like MOST OF THE TIME and you don’t want to mess with her when she’s hungry) and all other times, I’ll attend to Tru first. When I’m particularly insane ambitious, I’ll try to tackle both at the same time. Although there’s that one time where I hid under the kitchen sink until they both stopped crying and fell back asleep.

I’m totally kidding. About the kids falling back asleep part. I was hiding under the sink but the screaming went on for hours. I think I must have been the one to fall asleep.