Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teething. Show all posts

Monday, July 2, 2012

Sleep rocking, CIO, teething, Ninjinti and baby adventures





It's hard to be a gangsta!



Manya is now living in a world of relative routine.  Most parents agree that creating a bed time and nap time routine is beneficial for building solid sleep habits in children.  As parents with little experience (we're only 10 months into making mistakes with this child) and having lived through a wave or two of the ever exciting sleep regression, building a routine was a logical progression from our previous organized chaos.  We're not sticklers for exact to the minute schedules.  More often than not, even if we try to create a blow by blow routine, we end up totally throwing it out of wack every other day. 

Manya is teething all at once.  She has two cute bottom teeth that are totally adorable and a mouth full of gums that are sore and sore and sore and horrible.  The aching pain comes randomly, often at night, and distrupts her sleep.  One day, one side of her mouth is purple and sore.  Then next, nothing.  Each time her mouth aches her nose swells a little, boogers run and her nose gets clogged.  It's a rough life for our little cutie.

Despite the teething pains, the swollen mouth, and the snotty nose, Manni has fallen into a bit of a sleeping pattern and is able to put herself to bed (sort of) and stay asleep even if she wakes up during the course of the night - horray!  It's still a daily adventure and the other night we had our most memorable sleep experience yet.

As we discussed before, we dabble in the Cry It Out (CIO) Method.  We don't have the heart to let her cry to the point of near sickness but we do let her work on putting herself to sleep via a little tears.  Recently Manni's gotten to the point where she cries for just a few seconds sometimes and barely two minutes other times.  It's amazing.  Due to the teething sometimes we aren't so successful.  This one time she was upset on and off for almost 40 minutes.  It was quite unusual.  She'd be quiet and then cry and then quiet, and then cry, on and off, on and off.  Rather than entering her room and test the fury of an upset baby, we checked on her via the Manya-nitor.

I wish I had the poise to have video taped what I saw, but parental instinct kicked in too quickly.  On the monitor Manya had - in a sleep induced haze - pulled herself into a sitting position and passed out.  She sat there rocking back and forth and side to side like a drunken sailor, bopping her head into the crib post (its padded) over and over again in slow motion.  With each knock she'd barely wake herself up enough to whine.  I ran into the room and with a gentle and swift flip I put her square on her back and after five seconds of crying she was out for the night.

Nothing quite like a baby who falls asleep sitting up.

No sleep walking please.

 She thinks it's funny.



Manya doesn't need anything with her for comfort to fall asleep but if she had to chose it would be a small white sleep blanket.

Manya's sleep blanket is a small square of fabric attached to a stuffed bunny.  For the past nine months we referred to this bunny as Manni's Ninjinti.  It's called her Ninjinti because it says "Ninjinti" on the small square blanket.  Great story right?  Well what exactly is a Ninjinti?  We have no idea...  well, now we know thanks to the infernets and the internets.  Apparently Ninjinti is a Dutch little white bunny.  I never would have guessed.  Google told me that much.  How it got to our home or why a bunny is called a Ninjinti or how you pronounciate Ninjinti correctly is beyond me but if it gets baby Manni to sleep every night then Ninjinti is out best friend.  And it's fun to say.

Ninjinti.

Ninjinti.

Nin- jin- teeeeeeee!!!!!!!

I am easily amused.

BTW this is not the only time I've been confused by lettering on baby stuff.  For three months baby Manni wore a onesie with words separated by snapping buttons.  On one side it read "RABLE" and on the other "ADO".  Each and every time I put this onsie on her I read it as ADO'RA'BLE! (imagine it as though read by an Italian)  I swear that only after three full months of wear did I realize it actually said 'adorable'.  And yes, I felt like an idiot, and no, you will not get a picture of a onsie that says Adorable on it.





I sleep.
I got some toys!

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Monday, April 30, 2012

Baby's first tooth, more sleep regression and more fun



We got our first toof!

I have no idea when it came in but yesterday I caught a fleeting glimpse at a sliver of white surrounded by a darker gum bruise.  Upon closer inspection to has been confirmed, the Toof Fairy arrived!  This Tooth Fairy is original as she creates drools puddles and sleepless nights rather than leaving quarters and dimes under your pillow.  The tooth is barely breaking the surface of the bottom front gum but it's interesting and exciting to see the baby's mouth slowly transforming into a vicious sharp bottle opener.  I'm quite certain Sarah's nipples will shortly no longer cherish the bonding time of nursing.

The wonderful milestone of our baby's first razor blade has been coupled with the inevitable restless sleep.  This sleep regression is not as intense as our first bout of sleep regression.  Logic would dictate that teeth breaking the fresh soft innocent gums in a baby's mouth would cause extreme discomfort (check), excessive drooling (check), some bruising and swelling (check) and the end result would be a lack of sleep by baby (check) and daddy (check)... and mommy (check).  The teething has also arrived at the same time a frustratingly irregular nose cold graced us with its presence.  This cold is evil.  Pure unadulterated evil.  It only reveals itself once Sarah and my eyes close for the night.  All tucked in, parents in their bed, baby in her crib, dog curled up in his, lights off, house locked.  Within minutes the thick snot grows and builds, slowly suffocating our baby and resulting in fearful and unnerving snorting, gasping and choking.  Disturbing cries for help and Daddy comes running armed with the horrible blue booger suction ball.

During the day, clear nasal passages.

At night, thick swamp-like pipes and (possibly caused by?) a cute white baby toof.

To add insult to injury, our suction ball is received by Baby Manni the way most would welcome a amputation; with paralyzing terror and asphyxiating abhorrence.  This all too common pure hatred of the snot suction ball all but assures us that if the initial inability to breathe didn't wake her up entirely, then after the exhuming is completed, we are all but guaranteed full bright eyes, bushy tails, tear drenched cheeks and a generally quite agitated infant.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Repeat every hour and fifteen minutes.

Good times.

Cue alarm clock...  miraculous disappearance of nocturnal booger monster.

Baby is still cute.



I must insist this isn't the norm.  With a clear nose, Manya sleeps in her crib for hours and hours.  Often from 8:30-9:00 at night all the way until 8:30 in the morning.  Of course just because the baby doesn't wake us over the course of an evening doesn't necessarily mean we don't create our own adventures.

Two nights ago Manya crashed immediately following dinner and didn't wake until hours after the sun rose the following day.  I on the other hand apparently have delusions regarding the whereabouts of my infant over the course of a full night.  At around 4:15AM I awoke in a panic.  For some reason I believed the baby was in our bed, but had been misplaced somewhere within our sheets and comforter.  I thrashed around under the blankets flipping pillows and yanking at the sheets, patting everywhere in search of the lost infant.  The lights were off and not a beam of light penetrated the shadow of darkness, but neither the unyielding blindness nor the illogical search ceased my panic.  It wasn't until a still sleeping Sarah mumbled, "You search for the baby?  Stop it.  She's in her crib." that I calmed, realized I apparently "awake thinking I lose the baby in the bed several nights a month" and returned to my much needed slumber.

I'm quite a fool when the moon is out.

...

Also quite a fool when the sun is out.

Hey, look, bunny ears!






Here are some videos...

Chewing on the feet

video



Exciting grandma time!
video

Grandpa singing in Polish
video


And a little in Hebrew
video