I’ve read that moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do in life. After the last month, I must say I agree.
There’s something disorienting about having to find everything new places, learning all about a new suburb (we found a great coffee spot and a good park this morning!) and adjusting all your routines accordingly. Or maybe that’s just me.
That said, there are no complaints here – we are definitely loving the new house.
On top of the moving, we’ve had a rough month of Hugo not sleeping well and Elena being sick (17 days of gastro, two doctor’s appointments, a trip to the hospital and still counting). But we’re slowly recovering and finding a groove.
Ever since the beginning of the month Hugo has been waking pretty much every 1.5 hours over night, screaming before any sleep and only napping for 40 minutes a few times a day. It’s been really difficult, and I now understand why sleep deprivation is used as torture.
We had fallen into a pattern of me feeding Hugo to sleep which was just bad all around – it meant he needed me for sleep, that he would cry whenever he discovered my nipple was missing from the cot (all the time), and he was having problems with gas because I couldn’t burp him after feeding. We ended up co-sleeping in desperation – not my favoured option. I just can’t sleep well with a little person in the bed.
I have some dear friends with children who don’t sleep well. I had always been sympathetic, but I realise now I have no idea how soul destroying being exhausted all the time actually is.
At the complete end of my tether, I booked Hugo in to see our GP and osteopath and went to see our local maternal and child health nurses. The GP suspected silent reflux and gave us a script for some medication. Our wonderful osteopath worked his magic.
To empower parents with skills and knowledge to best suit their individual family, without the use of Controlled Crying, modified controlled comforting or any timed, non -response method.
I was skeptical. Skeptical but desperate.
Anyway, the long and the short of it is that I watched their DVD on Tuesday (helpfully lent to us by one of Alex’s aunts who happens to be a trained child health nurse interstate) and have followed the responsive techniques since.
To my complete relief, something seems to be working. I really thought we were on a path to having to let Hugo cry it out – an approach I was hoping to avoid, and one which I don’t think he would have handled well either. Instead, tonight I popped Hugo into his cot, gave him a kiss and left the room. He didn’t even squawk. What a relief.
I have no idea what it is that has made a difference, but I suspect all three aspects of our approach might be playing a part. It might just be a coincidence but I have my fingers crossed that it isn’t. I hope it lasts.
I think Hugo’s feeling a lot better now he’s getting some sleep. We’re getting many more smiles.
All I can say is that I was at my absolute wit’s end, and now I’m not. And hopefully I’ll get some sewing done soon!