So I stumble across my copy of the Baby Whisperer this morning and I stupidly I open and read it. I hate it. I hate that it makes me feel like I'm doing everything wrong. I hate that it makes me second guess my instincts. I hate that I try anything this crazy woman suggests.
Thus far, Nate has been an outstanding sleeper. A superior napper. And clearly a phenomenal eater (weighing in at 13lbs 14oz at his 2 month appointment). Why didn't I live by "if it ain't broke, don't fix it"!?!?! Why? Why? Why, do I do this to myself?
So I read the book and think that I should try some of her techniques. First, I try to swaddle. The Whisperer insists that swaddling is vital to a happy, well rested baby. We haven't swaddled Nate a day in his life. I actually consciencely unswaddled him in the hospital because I remember regretting that Owen spent his first 6 months as a blanket burrito. So does Nathan appreciate being wrapped in a straight jacket and decide to sleep soundly for hours on end? Not. For. A. Single. Second.
I also try to stick to the Whisperer's suggested "EASY" routine/schedule. E= eat, A=activity, S=sleep, and the Y-you! You, as in me. As in "me time"! Hold on as I wipe away my tears from laughing so hard. Anyway, Nate scoffs at this whole idea. I should have known the kid was not going conform to anyone else's schedule but his own (being a Scorpio myself).
Anyway, the result of finding the Baby Whisperer in the closet today? Misery. Utter and complete misery. Nate didn't sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time. Cried more than he ever has and will probably be up all night!
I threw the book away.
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