Another installment in my Positive Discipline Articles.

By popular demand, the following is reprinted from a guest post I did for Molly and Mommy on May 24, 2010.

I have to admit, when Alissa asked me to write a guest post on sleep I cringed. It’s hard to find a hotter issue for moms of young ones. But ever the researcher, I set out to share not only what I used to get my two to sleep through the night, but some of the advice from experts I hope will be of some use.

First off, I’ll share my experience. I’ve been very fortunate that my daughter has slept through the night (10-12 hours) since she was three months old (which makes up for the fact that she’s really difficult the other 12-14 hours during the day). My son took a little longer and started around 11 months, but for only an average of about three nights a week. Sometimes people ask what I did to get them to do this and I firmly believe some of it was what I did, but some is also the child. I did the same stuff for both, but got different results. Here’s what I did.

When my daughter, we call her Sweetness, was still just a squirmy bump of heartburn and insomnia I started doing my homework. I knew there would be a certain amount of sleepless nights in the future and I was determined to limit those as much as possible. I found two books that were infinitely helpful – Dr. Harvey Karp’s Happiest Baby on the Block and Tracy Hogg’s the Baby Whisperer. Both of these books were extremely helpful in getting me started in my parenting journey and the big thing I got from both of them was the theme of providing safety, comfort and predictability. These things help significantly when it comes to sleep.

Following Dr. Karp’s advice, I swaddled my kids and found that was significantly helpful the first six months for my daughter and three months for my son. I provided the comfort of a binky (I’m of the camp that believes if they’ve got a sucking reflex they’ll find something and you can take away a binky, but you can’t take away a thumb.) I put a fan in their rooms the first year to provide comforting white noise, and in the case of my daughter, used the swing all night every night for three months as that was the only place she would sleep. (I transitioned her out of the swing when she started waking in the night again by having her nap in her crib and once she got comfortable with that made the switch. We only had a week of rough nights then it was back to super sleeper.)

What I found most valuable in Hogg’s book was her emphasis on predictability. Kids need to know what to expect next and they find comfort and safety in that. So I developed a schedule. Not a time-dictated schedule, but an activity schedule. I began having certain activities always follow each other – sleep, eat, play, repeat. The babies always knew that when they woke, they’d eat, then play, then sleep. I watched for their cues (rubbing eyes when tired, smacking lips when hungry, etc.) and followed them. When kids feel comfortable and safe, they’ll be more likely to sleep better.

This extended to routines and one big routine in our house was always our bedtime routine. I personally believe this has been the single biggest contributor to our children sleeping. At the same time every night we begin and we’ve done this since the kids came home from the hospital. When they were infants, we just dove in. Now that Sweetness is 2 ½ we provide a five and two minute warning, followed by clean up then hit the routine. It simply consists of bath, dim lights in the bedroom for getting into jammies (hubby put dimmers in before they were born), a story, tucked into bed, and their music boxes turned on (which switch off in 15 minutes). Kids are usually tucked in between 7 and 7:30 depending on whether it was bath night or “tips and tails,” which is basically a sponge bath of face, hands, feet and diaper area. We rotate since soaking in a bath every night isn’t always best for their skin.

Another big thing is putting your baby down awake. Yes, awake. What really sent this home for me was when I read about how when you rock or nurse a baby to sleep, she’s all comfy and secure then you put her down all alone in the bed. When she wakes (which every human does several times during the night naturally), she’ll wake herself all the way up because she’s suddenly not sure where she is, “Wait a minute. This isn’t where I went to sleep. Where is that bottle/boob/rocking sensation?” Except for those first three months, when those newborns will fall asleep at the drop of a hat, I’ve not rocked/nursed either of the kids to sleep. Hubby tries that from time to time with Mr. Man and he pays for it the minute he lays the boy down.

I am personally not a co-sleeper so I never brought the kids to bed. For the first three months, Sweetness had her swing and Mr. Man had the cradle (for him it was in our room because it was summer and we had the air conditioner). Dr. Karp emphasizes you can’t spoil a child under three months. They’re all about needs at that age. After those three months when they started being more alert and awake during the day, they started doing all of their sleeping in their rooms and it has been that way every since. It’s a routine they never question. The keyword is routine. If your routine is to co-sleep, keep to the routine. It’s when you try to change it that you get resistance.

There is some experimenting we tried with our son, Mr. Man, to get him to drop one of his middle of the night crib parties. We added another step to his routine, which I call “topping off the tank.” I give him a meal before starting his bedtime routine. This could be some Cheerios or a yogurt or milk, depending on how hungry he is. It seems to have worked. He was hungry.

As some of you might know, I’m a very passionate advocate of Positive Discipline. I’ve written several articles on it on Heligirl and try to follow this parenting philosophy as closely as possible. When I read through Jane Nelson’s Positive Discipline books in reference to sleep, she advocates helping your children learn to sleep through the night rather than constantly running to their rescue, reminding her readers that the mother bird pushes the baby bird out of the nest despite its reluctance to fly. That said, while she does say that the cry it out method works the fastest, finding other ways are just as acceptable as long as we understand that some level of crying is going to take place. Some kids may be crying because they don’t like the change even though it is for the best. While positive discipline preaches allowing your children to have their feelings without rescuing them, it also teaches it is important to let them experience situations even if they don’t like it – such as falling asleep themselves. If we’re always rescuing them and helping, how will they learn to deal with life’s disappointments and find ways to pass through them on their own? Children have wants and needs. It’s important to meet the needs, but not all the wants. They need to sleep. They want you to rock them to sleep. Nelson encourages us to do what is best for both of us in the long term.

With that in mind, sometimes we get a little fuss after putting Mr. Man down. I started giving it a little time before going in after he was about five months old. I began to learn sometimes he cries to let off steam and as long as he isn’t screaming out, we give him five to ten minutes before going to check on him. If he seems to be pretty upset, one of us will go in and rub his tummy, which usually works. It lets him know we’re there. He’ll cry out when I leave, but not for very long most times.

When it comes to Mr. Man waking in the night, we have now learned through trial and error that if we wait for a few minutes, he usually puts himself back to sleep. By connecting his binkie to his sleep sack (far enough down so he can’t wrap it around his neck), we’ve learned he can now just find it and put it back in, which has been a big step in him putting himself back to sleep.

Which brings me to the point of self soothing. Many experts contend, and I tend to agree, that you have to help you baby learn to sooth himself. If you’re always going in to rock, walk with, carry, nurse, etc., he’s not going to learn to sooth himself. I’m certainly not saying you need to let your baby scream. I couldn’t stand that. Hell, one scream and I’ve got tazer mom syndrome (that sensation you’ve been tazed as adrenaline races through your veins when your baby cries out in the night and now you’re wide awake with your heart racing). But there comes a time when you just have to suck it up and give it a few minutes. The longer you wait to put your foot down, the longer it will take to change the behavior. It’s important to remember that crying, for some babies, is self soothing.

Finally, here is a little trick my Hubby and I did to help each other. We had a deal once I went back to work after maternity leave that he’d take all wake ups before 1 a.m. and I took them after. I hit the sack by 9:30 p.m. (I was so dang tired by then this was easy) and he’d come to bed around 11 p.m., often after the late night wake up or even offering a “dream feed,” which is a bottle while the baby is still sleeping). Typically, I’d only be up once again before my alarm went off at 5 (and sometimes couldn’t fall asleep between those times). Hubby’s went off at 6:30 a.m., so we were getting about the same amount of sleep. It’s good birth control too, FYI!

Clearly, there are books and books out there on sleep. One last one I’d highly recommend for those still having difficulty is the Sleepeasy Solution by Jennifer Waldburger and Jill Spivack. One of my buddies lent this to me when Mr. Man was still waking several times a night and it helped me better understand why he was crying and gave me the courage to wait a bit to see if he’d use his crying to put himself to sleep. Guess what? He did, most nights.

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I’m moving up in the Mommy Blog world. Today I wrote my first guest blog post for Alissa at Mommy and Molly. When I asked Alissa what she wanted me to write about she didn’t hesitate: sleep. Poor Alissa is suffering from several long months of sleep deprivation and was desperate for any insight or advice.

So I hit the books and dug into my personal bag of tricks to put together a brief of how I got my two to sleep through the night and also offer some of the more seasoned advice I used in getting to that coveted 8-hour snooze.

So please stop by and check out my post at Mommy and Molly. And if you’re visiting me for the first time because you’re a Molly and Mommy follower, welcome. I hope you stay and look around. We just had a blog party in these here parts so I have a really recent welcome post that should help you find some cool stuff. Enjoy!

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On days like today I wonder why our government doesn’t just use babies for the sleep deprivation torture of our enemies. I really think it would work, and is much cheaper than conventional methods, I’m sure.

Mr. Man’s new crawling skill is keeping him up at night. I’m not sure if it’s little twitching muscles that are tired and developing, or his little brain going a million miles an hour once he hits the crib, or if he might have sore muscles. All I know is he’s paging us more during the night. Last night it was 10:30 p.m. (Hubby’s turn before coming to bed), 3:10 a.m. (yours truly, after which it took an hour to fall back asleep) and 4:55 a.m. (yup, me again, 40 minutes after falling asleep). Since my alarm goes off at 5, I just went in and changed the little dude and brought him to bed to snuggle. We snuggled for 10 minutes then I got up to get ready while Hubby snuggled him.

From what I heard coming from the bed, it didn’t sound like snuggling was what Mr. Man had in mind. He was getting increasingly fed up with this smoochy, cuddly crap. I dressed and did the morning miracle quickly, though I was careful not to miss a step like I did the last time fussy children made me rush the makeup job. Just for your reference, mascara on only one eye is not a good fashion statement.

Then I freed Mr. Man from the terrible torture that is Daddy snuggles (or at least to the little dude) so Hubby could at least have a few more minutes until his 6 a.m. alarm went off.

Nothing I did pleased Mr. Man all morning. I figured he was hungry, and he did eat despite himself and all his fussing. Then I put him down to explore his new freedom as I pumped. I put his bin of toys on its side just out of his reach so he could crawl to it and play. He turned around and went the opposite direction,  immediately got stuck under his sister’s art easel, grabbed the dog’s dirty, hairy toy and started fussing again.

By the time I was done pumping, it looked like I barely had enough time to have a quick bowl of cereal before running out the door. I put Mr. Man next to his toys, poured the cereal and milk and was just about to sit down when I heard Sweetness cry out. It’s not like her to wake crying. I stepped into her room and she really started crying. Just as I turned on the light I heard it, the undeniable hacking sound of a serious puke.

I grabbed a towel and raced to her side. The poor thing had stomach acid all over the front of her, her pillow and bedding. But blessedly, she was cool to the touch. Maybe just an upset tummy. We cleaned her up and she picked out clothes for the day. She seemed to be in a better mood. She even helped me carry all the bedding to the laundry. Then she saw my cereal and asked for her own. By that time, Mr. Man was fed up with his toys and wanted something else. Only he and God knew what that something else was. Maybe he was lonely.

As Hubby came out post-shower, I put Mr. Man back in the high chair with some toys so he could be near his big sister, Sweetness in her seat, cereal in front of Sweetness and my now cold tea and mushy cereal down the drain. It was 5 minutes past time to go.

Yes, Chinese water torture has nothing on fussy kids paired with sleep deprivation.

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Ahhh, the toddlers and their demand for independence. Someone pass me a drink already. A double. Hold the fruit.

All weekend long Sweetness found it very convenient that she had the ability to open her door and wonder out at her leisure. This time I didn’t see much in the way of night terrors. Just plane terrorizing. At the ungodly hour of 5 am on a Saturday, she decided it was high time she get on up and share her newly awakened status with the household. I heard the thump or two and woke up. First I figured it might have been the raccoons who like to climb around on the fence and bang around on our porch at night. Then it sounded like it was in the house. I got up, but didn’t see anything. Already awake, I decided to just get my shower in and spend the morning getting stuff done before the garage sale.

However, when I got out of the shower, I heard Mr. Man crying.

“Really? Are you serious?” I ask.  I went out into the hall wearing nothing but the towel on my head to find his door OPEN! His sister and gone in and woken him up because, oh hell, I have no idea why she thought that was a great idea, but once he was awake the wisdom of the decision must have hit her because she left the room. Once I got him up, she wondered in sheepishly and looked at me.

“Are you awake?” I asked her. No response.

“Go to bed.” I said to see if she was sleepwalking.

“No.” Nope, she’s her usual self.

“Go see Daddy.” And off she went to wake Hubby while I calmed Mr. Man, changed his diaper and gave him a bottle. Luckily he went back to sleep for 30 minutes so I could get dressed, feed Sweetness and have breakfast. When a very tired Hubby came out I suggested again my grand idea of those doorknob covers that keep kids from opening doors. He actually looked somewhat receptive to this idea.

Flash forward to Sunday, 6 a.m. I heard a thump. “Oh HELL no!” I opened our bedroom door just in time to stop her from entering her brother’s room. I quietly took her by the hand and lead her to our bed, where she seemed really interested in curling up and falling asleep. For about .3 seconds.

I can’t function without my shower. I need it. I must have it. And Hubby knows the consequences. So he entertained her for 20 minutes while I stood and stretched in the super hot water, dressed and did the ritual face lathering with four different moisturizers to keep age at bay (getting old sucks). Then I took over, even taking the kids to get the grocery shopping done. When I returned, hubby had a great idea – let’s go to Home Depot and get doorknob covers.

Great idea!

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Someone up there doesn’t like me very much. Either that or I’m the butt of some pretty serious jokes that are keeping the heavenly creatures laughing well into the night.

I’m close to more than four years of poor sleep now (I count those nine months of swollen, irregular digestion, insomnia, hot flashes and hourly bathroom breaks of a pregnancy with Sweetness in my calculations) and it’s taking its toll is a most unflattering way. My Clinique bill is not pretty as my insecurity over aging has lead me to splurge on all manners of lotions and potions to cover up the stress and tired wrinkles, bags and circles. I’m not sure they’re working.

My Tivoed TV shows are going unwatched, new DVDs remain unopened, books unread except for research for this site or my own sanity, and the house looks like a dust mite vacation destination. All because I’m so blasted tired. So why, oh why Dear God, must I not be allowed to sleep.

Here’s the deal. Mr. Man FINALLY discovered sleeping through the night. It took him a good seven months longer than Sweetness, but he found it. As I remember Sweetness did, he will sleep a good seven to nine hours a couple of nights, have a night where he wakes, then another sleep night, etc., with the sleep nights now outweighing the waking nights. His ability to find his binky himself in the crib and the recent addition of a little stuffed dog to his crib he  likes to snuggle now that he’s past the SIDS stage have helped. Mommy thought she was finally home free.

Not so it seems. Friday, a little over two weeks into Mr. Man’s sleeping most nights,  at about 2:30 a.m. I hear: “Lamby Hug!” This is Sweetness’s plea for comfort. I’m to hug her with her little lamb blanket. I worried she might be sick and got up. There she was, standing in the hall, crying to herself. We went back to her room, had a hug, she went back to bed, and I tossed and turned for two hours before falling asleep myself. But if I want a shower, and time to pump and do the dog’s physical therapy before all hell breaks loose (read here: the kids rise) I need to be up at 6. And even then, it’s a crap shoot. So little sleep for mommy Friday night.

Saturday night Hubby and I had a date, getting to bed at 10:30 p.m. Mr. Man had a 12:30 am wakeup call. And the 6 a.m. rule still applies. Needless to say, last night I was more than ready for a good night’s sleep. I passed out at 9, to be woken at 11 p.m. by crying. At first I figured it was Mr. Man wanting his milk. But that wasn’t his cry. Hubby got up, read Sweetness a book and told me she fell back asleep. Then came the 12:30 a.m. wake up call. Again, Sweetness. She was in her room crying hard. Now I was worried that she was either sick or having night terrors.  I asked her if she was scared, NO! Something hurt? NO! Do you want your fan on? NO! Light on? NO! Snuggles? Snuggles in mommy’s bed.

I was too tired to argue. She grabbed her froggy and followed me to my room, crawled into bed, wiggled around a bit between Hubby and me, turned, put an arm over me and passed out. I was afraid to move, hanging off the end of our queen bed, wide awake . It was short lived. She tossed and turned a lot, finally announcing an hour later that she wanted play, then acquiesced that she could to go back to her bed. I took here there, and she got into bed, kissed me and fell asleep. And the little creature was up at 6:50 am. That’s it? 50 more minutes of sleep for three hours of missed sleep?, I wanted to scream to the heavens.

I’m sure there is some kind of development phase taking place. My job today is to research what it could be and if there is anything I can do to help. More exercise? Less exercise? More pasta before bed? Tylenol for growing or molar pain (she does have one last molar due)? Set up her bed in the shed outside? Mommy wear earplugs? I HAVE to get my sleep back. Which reminds me, I need to go to Macy’s and hit the Clinique counter today.

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Sweetness was a handful in her infancy. She screamed at just the right volume and pitch to cause dog and human alike to surrender to anything or anyone. In fact, we could have rented her out to interrogate terrorists. No one would have been able to resist. Hey, they could have recorded her more famous episodes and played them over a loud speaker in Iraq and immediately won any confrontation. Oh well, the best ideas do come after the fact, don’t they?

Well, for all her drama there was one thing she did well, and that was sleep. Cuteness was pulling 9 hour snoozes at 3 months. She was up to 12 by 9 months. Maybe she just wore herself out with all that screaming.

I wish she’d share her sleep secret with her brother. Well, as long as that secret isn’t to wear your self out by screaming all day. Mr. Man is three days from 10 months and he still can’t sleep through the night. We’re up two, sometimes three times a night and we’re EXHAUSTED! Especially now with my little poochie needing 45 minutes of my undivided attention in the mornings for monitored bathroom time, assistance in eating, physical therapy, drug administration, and physical therapy. That’s all in addition to me showering, dressing, putting on makeup, pumping milk for Mr. Man, having breakfast and cleaning up. Needless to say, I’m getting up earlier.

Last night our little bouncing baby boy was up at 1:30 am, 3:40 am and 5:30 am. I know my hubby fed him the first time. So when he woke screaming the second time I knew he couldn’t be hungry. He had his binkie so I just rubbed his tummy and turned on his music box. He cried out when I left, but passed back out. He woke with a cry at 5:30 when I was working with Daggett, but he put himself back to sleep.

As much as I’d like to do the old “cry it out” thing, the dude is sucking down 8 ounces of milk the first time he wakes, despite going to bed with a full tummy. He’s honestly hungry. They say this too shall pass, but it sure as hell better hurry up. Doesn’t the little man understand that mommy looks older when she’s not sleeping as much as she needs too?

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In a momentary lapse of reason, I let my mind wonder a bit (what’s left of it after two kids, a job, and 6 hours of sleep a day) and think back to the days when I hand it together. You know, when you knew who you were, where you were going, what you were going to do today, and you ACTUALLY got it done. It was an interesting flashback to say the least.

I was a professional, living and breathing my trade and all things aviation. I was jet set, traveling all over the country doing my job and having a blast. I was a networking guru, making connections, pals and friendships everywhere I went. I stayed up late, went out with pals, traveled and ended every day with a sense of accomplishment.

Today I wonder what on Earth I did with all that free time because that life was no where near as hectic as life today.

When I was a flight instructor, I taught my students that there would always be a positive transfer of control of the helicopter. I’d say “you have the controls,” and the student would respond, “I have the controls,” then I’d visually confirm and repeat “you have the controls” before I let go. I’m looking at my life that has somehow jumped into Warp Factor 9, and I don’t feel I’m totally in control and I don’t remember handing the controls over.

I don’t have the time or brainpower to think about work all day and night and, it’s probably my own insecurity, but I feel that I’m not doing that great of a job as a result. Don’t get me wrong, I’m getting the job done. Yet, those non-breeder co-workers on e-mail all hours of the day and night, texting and Tweeting all the time, are making me look bad, I tell you what.

I think a part of this is just what happens when you have kids. They run your life, not you. I eat, sleep and pee when they let me. Right now, most of my meals are cool if not cold, I have to force myself to get three meals in a day (eating two while I’m at work), and sleeping fewer than eight hours a night on a pretty regular basis regardless of how early I get to sleep.

And at the end of the day, I’m lucky if I get a shower, pump extra milk for my little man, eat three times, and clean up whatever disaster was created. Forget getting ahead on projects, calling people back, touching base with pals, cleaning the house, etc.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’d not change anything for the world. That former life was fun, but I’d be so very lonely if I went back to it. It’s just that you go from being who you are and pregnant to living your life according to this (or these) little people’s needs without any transition. No amount of friend and family warnings that “your life is going to change” prepares you for this. You mommies know what I’m talking about.

Maybe the answer is I need to just change aircraft – accept a shift in priorities. Embrace meal planning, scheduling sex, and to do lists in hopes of keeping on top of the important things while putting all my free energy into being there with and for the Rugrats. Wish I had the money for a house cleaner and cook though…

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Who are you again? For that matter, who am I? It’s hard to tell with two hours of sleep. Our little man decided that yet again, sleep was for the weak and he was one big, strong dude, but he needed company in his self appreciation of his studliness.

My hubby didn’t make it to bed until almost midnight, going in to feed, burp, comfort and beg the little guy almost every half hour. Then I gave up and broke my own rule: “Thou shalt not bring thy child into thy bed overnight, but an occasional snuggle is fine.” The minute he laid down between us he was out. Oh crap, I thought. He’s going to start expecting this. We’re screwed.

I spent the rest of the night on the very edge of the bed with my pillow hanging off the side because I didn’t want to squish him or smother him with my pillow. And, of course, I didn’t sleep well at all. I heard him snoring. I heard hubby snoring. Hell, I heard the dog snoring. No one heard me because I don’t think I slept deep enough for that.

Little Dude did wake about every 90 minutes or so, but that just took a quick “re-bink” (Jen for “reinsert binkie”) and he was out again.

Of course, today is the day I’ll work the longest that I have since returning to work after my daughter was born. I’m sitting here at lunch wondering how I’m going to make it to 4, and then how I’m going to make it with entertaining two kids and making dinner while my hubby works late.

I think I’m going to go get a Pepsi.

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