Julia apparently found sitting a boring activity. The view is much better from up here.
The greatest thing about parenting as your infant child turns toddler on you is that on any given day you may be in store for a milestone that the day before hadn’t even entered your mind as a possibility — nor something that you were especially prepared for.
Whether it be crawling, a first word or a first step, these “firsts” are moments in time that come with such gravity and are often lost — better yet — replaced within months as seemingly more momentous change takes hold.
This morning was just such an event in the Daloisio household.
“Hi, my name is Tim and it’s been ten months since my last solid night’s sleep without overnight feedings.”
“My youngest daughter is now ten months old and I am ready to take back the night.”
“Admitting you need help is the first step, now we can get to work.”
This was my imaginary conversation with the parenting support group that exists in my mind’s eye when I need to process parenting stratagem. For both Jen and my sanity, health and overall well being it was time to pull the plug on Julia’s overnight feedings.
“No matter what happens, you have to be — and stay — 100% committed to the end goal of Julia happily sleeping through the night”
“We are all in…”
How can you ignore this face, even if it is 4 am?
Until only less than two months ago, Julia was still waking at least once — and most likely twice — each night; first between 11:00 pm and Midnight and then again between 3:00 am and 4:00 am to drink her six ounce bottle of formula and happily drift back off to sleep. She had Jen and I so well trained that we would bring two bottles of formula to bed with us each night so that instead of having to walk downstairs and make the bottle, we could save precious minutes overnight by mixing the bottle in the bathroom and feeding Julia before she could fully awaken.
The first feeding dropped very naturally — in some ways too naturally. There was an evening or two of fussing with Jen or I needing to go in and soothe her a little, but having been inspired by little proactive thinking on our part and accomplished with relative ease, I felt like it was just time. It felt like the feeding dropped on its own because it wasn’t needed anymore with little help or guidance from me.
Of course, the second feeding should do the same right?
Of course, it didn’t.
I can already fondly remember a time that I could place Julia down on the floor for a few minutes to accomplish some mundane task like doing the dishes or running to the restroom all the while knowing with a high degree of certainty that she would be in the exact same location upon my return.
I should have known that this impish smile held some knowledge of new activities nearing behind it, 9/23/2010
My how things change in a flash.