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Back to Normal.

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Well this is how I started my day this morning. She woke up right before Kyle left so he was able to grab her from her bed and throw her into ours – which means I didn’t have to get up at all – lovely way to start a day. And with a smiling, talking, perfect little girl no less!

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Oh yes, and the toe eating. My favorite. 🙂

You guys – she’s baaaaack! I’ve got my happy, talking, sleeping kid back! I forgot how lovely she was. Wonder weeks: check. I can’t remember if it was one night or two after I wrote the last blog that things started looking up for us. She finally had two back to normal nights in a row, and then gave me one bonus night of 7:30-4:30-7:30. The naps were still short, but with the nights back to normal I had my suspicions that she was finished with whatever it was that was wreaking havoc on her brain. And just like they told me – she came out of it with a brand new skill set! If you’re not a parent you won’t care about these at all. If you are, you still might not care, but at least you’ll know what I’m talking about. But regardless, I’m about to tell you, because Lord knows when we have another one of these monsters it’ll be about this time that I pour into these blogs wondering what in the heck is going on with my poor, sweet, terror of a not sleeping baby. 🙂

So, our almost four month old Quinn can now:

  • Roll in both directions. Before it was always only to the left (to the left… it’s okay, you can sing it). Now, I’m happy to announce she can go to the right as well.
  • She can switch toys between hands.
  • She can grab her feet! Her most fun activity.
  • She can put those feet in her mouth.
  • She can stay on her belly for much longer periods of time.
  • She has greater control of her head.
  • She can hold on to toys with more control.
  • She can reach for things regardless of if we are holding them for her or not.
  • And she just seems all around… older. More talking, more moving, more “with it.”

She’s a big girl now. And do you know what happens to big girls in this house? Well, they get sleep trained. It’s controversial, and there are a million ways to do it, but around here our kids learning how to fall asleep on their own is essential for everyone’s sanity. If they don’t sleep they aren’t happy, and I sure as heck am not happy. And if I always hold her how will she ever learn for herself? And if I continue to rock this massive child for very much longer I am sure to be a hunch back in the very near future.

So she had those three good nights, and I started thinking, hey, maybe she’s done with her developing, maybe I should jump at my chance. But I didn’t really have a reason to – until I did. Sunday night rolls around and this child was a nightmare. She was fighting me rocking her and she was waking up pretty much every hour. I was about to lose my mind. Monday morning rolls around and she started to fight me rocking her – being exhausted from the night before, I basically threw her in her crib (gently), walked out, and said, “fend for yourself.” There’s only so much you can do sometimes. And ya, she cried for a little bit but nothing horrible and not for long… and then… she was silent. Fell asleep like a champ. And with that we forged ahead with sleep training. After all, she showed me she could do it (rookie mistake, Quinn). The rest of her naps were cake, and overnight she was a gem. This morning, we continued on with the success. Letting her figure out how to fall asleep on her own also means that when she wakes up after 20 minutes she can now realize that no, she’s not done sleeping, and she can get herself back to sleep. I have proof of that with all of these 1.5 hour naps she’s given me! Can I get an Amen?!

In case you think I’m cruel for letting her cry or making her sleep all by herself… this is how she wakes up…

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Clearly, she’s very proud of herself. And has suffered no permanent damage.

And as further proof – Leah. She still likes us quite a bit, and we were just as tough with her. And that child can change her entire outfit or put underwear on her head and still fall asleep for her nap.

So for us, sleep training is mandatory.

Other than all of her new accomplishments and sleeping like a big girl… Quinn can also drink from a bottle! WHAT. I never thought I’d see the day. Thanks, Tommee Tippee for a great product. We’ve been practicing with her, and it wasn’t pretty at first, but she’s getting it. It’s actually really awkward for both of us. I don’t really know how to hold a baby when they’re drinking from a bottle so I’m positive I look very uncomfortable (because I am), but hey, it’s kind of fun to have this as an option. It certainly never was with Leah.

She also loves books. Brown bear, brown bear what do you see… I could recite that in my sleep. She loves when her dad does the Chicken Dance for her. She loves when Leah plays with her. She loves when we sing her Winnie the Pooh’s theme song. She loves TV, mirrors, and looking at/talking to the refrigerator. She hates riding in the car (still). She gets terrified when Duncan barks. She loves when people talk to her – she is 100% people person. And all of a sudden she loves to roll… everywhere.

I was looking at old pictures of Leah the other day and at 5 months she was sitting up by herself – that’s next month! (Assuming Quinn follows suit, and so far she is). She will also try some real food at some point this month (not the first day, like Leah). Things are definitely not slowing down anytime soon. But they are also getting more and more fun. Especially with a baby that sleeeeeeps!

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Kids Aren’t For Me.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the past week or so, and I’ve come to a conclusion: Kids just aren’t my thing.

You guys. Help.

I don’t even know where to start. I suppose I’ll start with the little one. This one has put me through the ringer the past week. Do we remember when she was sleeping 8 hours at a time? Only waking up once? Was my favorite child? Well – forget that. Quinn. Really starting last week this one’s sleep plummeted. A day or two and I chalk it up to growing/teething/just being a baby – and all is forgiven. A week or more and I pull my hair out demanding someone fix this child! By Sunday I was yelling at Kyle to tell me what was wrong with his child. Why wasn’t she sleeping – ever?! Monday I was begging my mom and sister to tell me what was wrong with her. I needed a solution, but I really needed a reason for the madness. I can accept that babies are babies and sometimes they suck, but I really need to know what’s going on to make them so sucky, especially for so long. Was it her teeth? Time for sleep training? Ear infection? Did I eat too many cookies and thus my breastmilk was hyping her up? Something was wrong. A lot of times I would hear this blood curdling cry only to run upstairs and find her asleep and screaming! She would give me these little 20 minute cat-naps, that weren’t naps at all, but more like sick jokes. By the end of the day she was so exhausted she would just fall apart. However, she still woke up 3 and 4 times a night – worse than her newborn phase! This was not my Quinn. She sucked during the nights and she was not easy during the days.

About at my breaking point I called the doctor to get her an appointment to check her ears. Really, I just wanted him to give me some medicine to fix her. However, I knew that her ears were fine. Minus sucky, sucky sleep – she just didn’t seem sick. She seemed off. Whatever off meant. But not sick. Three hours later I called and cancelled. I just couldn’t do it – I knew it would waste everyone’s time. In the meantime, I poured into Leah’s old blogs. Was she the same way? I was dying for answers. Turns out – yes! I even read a blog when Leah was 17 weeks in which I made her a doctor’s appointment to check her ears knowing in my heart that she was fine! What?! The things I was reading blew my mind – not sleeping, fussy,  and I was confused and didn’t know how to help her. It gave me great relief to know that it at least was normal for my kids. Now… what is the problem.

What do you do when you need an answer? Google. And I found it.

The Wonder Weeks! Have you heard of them? I had not. It is also called the 4 month sleep regression which I had heard of but never really looked into. Again, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I found blogs of distraught parents taking their babies to the doctor to have their ears checked. Babies not sleeping. Not eating. Acting… not themselves. Everything I read lined up 100% with Quinn. I was practically shouting YES at my phone as I was rocking this sweet baby in my arms and reading about her. I had my reason for the madness. And although it won’t help anyone sleep – it gives me great peace of mind to know that I have a label for this baby, and she’s not a terror – she’s going through… the wonder weeks!

So what is it? Well, apparently starting around 3.5m babies kind of “wake up.” The world becomes much more alive to them, and their little brains go into overdrive. They think and feel and develop in ways that are far beyond their comprehension. It is a time of mass developmental advances, and they just can’t shut down and rest. I’ve read over and over that it’s likened to the night before a wedding, or big event – you toss and turn thinking and dreaming and the longer you’re awake the more riled up you get. Well, that’s my Quinn right now. Developing. It usually starts at 15w (last week for us, whatdayaknow), peaks at 17w (next week) and by 19w these lovely little babes have a whole knew skill set and should return to normal! Can I get an amen?!

So I have forgiven her. I feel kind of bad for her now – it’s gotta be hard to be a baby. She’s only been breathing air for 3.5m and I expected her to have it figured out by now. I’m 27 and still have a lot to learn about the world. So I suppose crappy sleep comes with the territory. However, she better be the best developed baby on the planet at the end of this – I’m expecting her to be walking and talking. And in the meantime I will continue to be at her beck and call to get us through it. For now. Sleep training is in her future just like it was for her sister. But not today.

Speaking of her sister. Is there a 32 month regression?!

She has been working out some issues of her own lately. She’s suddenly back into the emptying phase. We’re talking, unrolling toilet paper, emptying her package of teeny tiny pony tail holders, squeezing toothpaste everywhere, giving her dog his entire box of bones (while I was upstairs fighting with Quinn to sleep). She’s started coloring on couches and walls which is great fun. She also doesn’t like anything. “I don’t like purple, mommy.” “I don’t like dinner.” “I don’t like pants.” “I don’t like pizza.” “I don’t like candy……….. I DO like candy.” She couldn’t quite commit to that one. 🙂

She’s also very demanding – “mommy get my socks.” “Get my oatmeal.” “Stop talking.” “Put Kin (Quinn) down.” “Chase me!” And she’s back to sleeping butt-naked. I feel like we’ve returned to when she was a one year old.

She’s a piece of work.

Put her destruction and demands together with Quinn’s lack of sleep and neediness… And Duncan is my favorite! That’s saying something.

That’s where I’ll leave you – I’m beat.

Proebsting girls: 241 Mom: 0

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All three of them. They might look harmless. Don’t be fooled.

(P.S. – Leah said she was going to feed Quinn).

🙂

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