So as I mentioned sometime last week, Zane has realized that the world is way too exciting to give up his wakeful time without a fight. So I've had to get creative about ways to get him to sleep while he is fussing inconsolably. . .
* EXTREME swaddling. It takes a serious blanket to swaddle this large of a kid, but I have done it. I wrap his as tight as I can to allow for him to still breathe and this has worked twice. I'm sure that now I have mentioned it in print, swaddling will no longer work for calming my light-worshipping kid
* vacuuming. Seriously, why did no one tell me that some babies love the white noise of the vacuum cleaner mixed with the rocking motion of you pushing the hoover? Pop him in the Baby Bjorn and he was golden. Now I can stop begging random strangers who stop by my door to vacuum my filthy house. Yes, you only thought you were going to place those fliers for Silverlake Hunan on my door---not so, why don't you come in and vacuum???
Things that do not work like a charm any more. . .
The Baby Bjorn: used to knock him out like baby crack but now he actually STAYS AWAKE in it. We've done two very touch-and-go trips to the grocery store now where he was awake the whole time. And I was panicked that he would start to melt down at any time. Fortunately, we got out of there on both occasions with no incidents.
The sling: maybe he doesn't like it any more. Maybe the colors bother him. Regardless, he's not instantly soothed any more by being so close to mommy.
And when all else fails. . .readjust him at each wailing to let him look out the window/at the ceiling fan light/at the lamp so that he soothes himself with his light fascination.
It kills me that my baby cries and I can't calm him down instantly any more. Diaper change. Feeding. Baths. Moving around. Sometimes none of it works. I guess that's what parenthood is all about.
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The whole vacuum cleaner thing is bizarre...I used to do the same thing...strap the boy into the Baby Bjorn and vacuum away...however, somewhere around 12 months he became deathly afraid of the thing...he's 3 1/2 now and he still has to be in another room when I vacuum :o)
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