View as: GRID LIST
There is no rod
My first born slept from six weeks old. He slumbered all night, every night. Nestled in his cot, in a wonderfully contented stupor. When my second was born I naively expected the same.
How wrong I was.
The routine was exactly the same but I soon realised that my baby wasn’t exactly the same. For three long months she slept on my chest, night and day. She wanted the warmth of my skin, my heartbeat, the smell of her life source I suppose. She needed to know that I was there, every moment of every day. It was a pleasant mix of
But twelve long weeks started to
That email enquiry was as far as I got and I am glad of that. I suppose we are all allowed to doubt ourselves at times. But as parents, I am sure that we are the only ones who know the answer. So I held her,
I must include here- a hearty disclaimer. I am not a super mum, expert, perfect human being, or anywhere near close to Mary Poppins. If I were to visualise my rather haphazard parenting style, I would draw a heady illustration of a 1940’s pinafore with dreadlocks. I’m not a one size fits all mother. I respect all families, after all, we are just trying to live our lives and do the best for our
My only parenting qualification is that I’ve graduated once before. I’m dancing the parenting tango for the second time and it is different, the steps are a bit easier perhaps. What I profess may not be right for you and that is how it should be. I would never suggest that one mother’s shoe fits another mother’s foot. But I have come face to face with my own revelation, like a neon sign in my mind. Flashing it’s gawdy letters shouting
THERE IS NO ROD.
It was a few months into life with my first born that I realised this. I wish
So why do I want to impart this idea and open a line of discourse about parental expectation? Because I want to make all new parents feel less pressure, to trust their instincts and to parent in their own way. How many of us have been told of the babies of the previous generation, who apparently slept all day in a cot in a far flung nursery, fed four hourly, slept through the night at three weeks and were potty trained by eighteen months. All without so much as a tantrum or whimper?
If I came face to face with a new mum as she left the doors of the maternity ward, this is what I
It doesn’t matter how your child falls asleep. Feel no shame if they fall asleep on your nipple or on a teet. If you pat, shush, rock, cradle, sling or give them three dummies. That old chestnut about self soothing? A few do, most don’t. So we help them to sleep and feel no shame.
A routine has its merits but not at the detriment of their changing needs. They are so adaptable and the day can sometimes take a different path and that makes for a richer experience. Don’t feel undervalued if you don’t have a routine.
If your baby
Be careful with those all-promising sleep books and websites. I think that we are the experts. Perhaps I never read a good one and the snippets that I did read seemed contradictory.
Spend time doing nothing together. You find the warmest of connections when snuggled on the sofa looking at each other, unwashed and in pyjamas. I did every club under the sun with my first but this time, I find the
My strongest of epiphanous moments was realising that its nicer to exist in the moment and not to wish away each passing phase or day. Truly being in the moment makes this parenting game so much richer. Even if I’m messier, less organised and the breakfast dishes stare at me long into our day.
I confess that at times I questioned my own revelation, thinking and worrying that I might
At four months, she started to become restless at night, wanting space. I knew that she was seeking her own domain, her own little nest to sleep in. I made her cot next to my bed and day by day, night by night she slumbered. I make no romantic montage. For a while she liked to be assured that I was there during the night. I had to hold, cuddle, handhold and love. We are now at five months and she
I am freer now and less confined which feels liberating. But I will never forget those nights with her. It was our time, our bond, our love. I listened to her voice and we navigated our way through those difficult three months together. Like two little explorers- finding the answers in the darkness. I have the scars but the sense of achievement too. I feel intrinsically linked to my daughter, an invisible umbilical long after it was cut.
In my humble and limited experience,
Let go of the rod. For I don’t even think it was there in the first place.