I think it is really imprtant to recount the last couple of weeks of Elliott's sleeping (not hour for hour, but the high- and low-lights), for the historical record. I'm doing it mainly so we don't forget what transpired, after all, you often repress bad memories, or embellish them to a point where they are much worse than reality.
As I alluded to in the last post, our return from Hobart (2nd trip) was filled with the hope that we may have turned the corner in terms of Elliott's night time sleeping habits... However that hope soon evaporated. Sadly, the first 3 nights went straight back to where we were before heading to Hobart. Multiple wake ups during the night (typically somewhere in the following time brackets 9-10pm, 12-1am, and 3-4am), and the difficulty was having to settle Elliott in our arms (challenging in itself because he's so big... 95th centiles for height and weight) but then almost without fail him waking when we put him in the cot! It would typically take us 3 tries of getting to sleep before we could successfully put him down and exit the room (with silent haste).
Then on the 4th night at home (06/03/08) it all happened! Elliott did his waking and not settling thing at about 10pm and then Kel and I spent the next 2.5 hours alternately rocking him to sleep and then him waking and crying once we put him down. The most frustrating part was that once he was in our arms he'd settle, almost immediately, but erupt into a full cry the minute we put him down. We got to 12:30am and could not see an end in sight, so sleep deprived and desperate, we made the call, time for "controlled comforting/crying" (I prefer the term comforting as it sounds kinder). So, we spent the next 2.5 hours listening to waves of some really hard core crying (screaming, more like it)! The system was, we would go into his room after giving him the chance to settle himself for 5, then 10, then 15, then 20 minutes and then at 20 minute intervals until he's asleep. When we'd go in we wouldn't pick him up, but just use a comforting voice to reassure and "shush" him for about a minute and then leave the room for the next interval of time (theoretically settling himself). The following morning Kel overheard the neighbours saying, "...there's no way we would let her (their daughter) carry on like that...", which initially made her feel pretty bad. But then we thought, "well, there's nothing we can do about it, we're doing what we think is right for Elliott". Kel went around to the neighbour's house and apologised for the noise (without letting on that she'd heard them talking).
This was one of the hardest things we've had to do so far, but we felt like there was no alternative. The rocking to sleep thing had well and truly stopped working and there were no other options. One of the most frustrating things about Elliott's sleeping habits since the beginning was that he does not like to be comforted while in his cot ie: patting etc... (in fact it aggravates him). In the end, as hard as it was, we both found the control comforting much easier than nursing him to sleep (with the full knowledge that he was unlikely to stay asleep). One of the critical differences was that we were both out of the room and able to comfort/support/reassure each other through the rough stuff. We think it actually brought us even closer together as parents. Another hard part about previously rocking him to sleep was the knowledge that we weren't actually helping Elliott in the long run - we knew it was important for him to learn how to self-soothe. Now he is able to do that SO much better and it feels good as parents to know we have helped him to learn such an important skill.
Anyway, fast forward to now (2.5 weeks later) and ever since that night we have put Elliott to bed by taking him into his room, saying "goodnight" to Glow-worm, singing a lullaby (usually twinkle twinkle little star), and then put him in his cot awake. He typically goes to sleep with little more than a whimper , if anything, and when he does do a little bit of a cry, it is a protest cry rather than a distressed cry. I'm not saying that this was the scenario from the second night we started the new regimen, but there has not been a night like the first one (2.5 hours of solid, wake-the-neighborhood crying). Those next few night we'd usually have to go in once or twice (ie: 5 and 10 minute breaks) but then he'd get off to sleep. We've since had to do the whole thing from the start just once (which is apparently quite common to need to do), but again, no where near as much as the first time.
We've talked a lot about it these last couple of weeks, and we are both convinced that it would not have worked any sooner. First we had to make a number of changes to his routine, based mostly around reducing the chance that he would vomit if we let him cry more than a few minutes. We reduced the volume of his bottle-feeds, 200mls to 150mls. Then we moved dinnertime earlier (6pm to 5:30pm) and we also separated all his bottles from bedtimes (so there were no unsustainable cues for sleep). After we did all of this, the vomiting stopped completely. And then, we had to reacquaint ourselves with the sound of him crying (he certainly belts it out - just ask number 48 Mawson Street). I think we'd had such a good run of him being a very settled baby without much crying, that I developed a sensitivity/phobia to the sound of his cry. Most of the books point out the a babies cry is no necessarily a sign or emotional distress, rather, crying is the major form of verbal communication. Anyway, I had to get used to the sound of him crying again, and resist the urge to instantly rush to comfort him.
Thankfully everything came together and we are now in a much more sustainable routine, where Elliott is able to settle himself to sleep. We all feel much better about this, rocking him to sleep was certainly doing him no favours, and as parents it was important to teach him to settle himself (every though it was emotionally difficult for us). We are under no illusions that things will not get tough again in one way or another, thats the lot of being a parent. As I've said before, the worrying about your child is the part I never would have anticipated. But the joy of it all is exhilarating.
Elliott has been sleeping though on most nights for the majority of the last 2 weeks and one of the nicest things is that when he wakes up in the morning, we often bring him into our bed and he is really cuddly for 10-15 minutes (before he gets bored and demands to go out and start the day).
Elliott borrowed Abi's swimming vest ... looks like he wasn't impressed by being dressed in pink
At the pool Elliott was quickly out-numbered by 5 and 6 year old girls (lucky him!). The girls all went off for their party swim (and obviously had so much fun that we didn't get to take any photos of B in the pool!!). Elliott, Abi, James, Kel and Brett also had a swim in the (very fun) pool ... whirlpools, duck and lobster fountains, waves, you name it, it was there! After a big swim everyone had a party lunch. Elliott very much enjoyed his few chippies (and Fanta, thanks very much James!). Eventually the fun became a little too much for the little man so he and Brett went for a walk and watched some Badminton ... which Elliott loved! Couldn't take his eyes off the game!
That evening we all went out for a nice meal (thanks James) and Aunty Bub (aka Kimberley) joined us, which was lovely. Again, we have no photos of this, which is a real shame. After a very big day Elliott went off to sleep without any dramas (but did wake up the house at 4:00am ). This would have been a bit of a bummer for everyone else, but actually quite nice for us as Elliott came into our bed and for the first time ever fell back to sleep with us until 7am... good boy!
