You know that old saying, " A watched pot never boils"? Well, I have a new twist on that proverb: " A listened-to baby never stops crying." I'm sure all you experienced moms out there probably know exactly what I'm talking about. Lately, I have been steeling myself to let Aiden cry himself to sleep at night. If I know he's full, dry, and burped, I don't worry too much when he wails; I keep reassuring myself that he's just exercising his lungs. In some ways, it's not too hard to let him cry because I'm pretty exhausted when bedtime comes and so I just lie there and let him screech away like an outraged cat in the next room. And he'll taper off and I'll think, " Oh, good. He's done crying."
Thinking that is just an INVITATION for more crying. Then he winds up again, like there's no tomorrow. But if I zone out and think about something else, or get on the computer, or whatever, next thing I know, he's conked out. So... Ironic New Mother Piece of Advice Number One: Ignore your child.
Last night, as I lay abed listening to him, I remembered my parents talking about how I cried all the time as a baby- apparently, it's all I did for months. I'm sure Aiden is not NEARLY as bad as I was, but in some small measure, as I endure his nightly roarings, I am getting a taste of my own medicine, almost thirty years later. But I can't really complain because he is now USUALLY sleeping a good five or so hours at a stretch every night. Knock on wood.