Over the past week or so I’ve started to feel a little anxious about our sleep schedule. Or lack thereof, to be exact. I’ve been reading up on sleep in a few of our baby books, and it would seem that four months or so is the magic number for when your baby should have his sleep routine down. As of now, Tate falls asleep whenever, wherever. He’s frequently up until 10 PM, and often awake for several hours beyond that. Before last night, he had never spent a full night in his crib.
Given that our big boy hits the three-month mark this week, I thought perhaps it was time to start working toward a bedtime routine of some kind. I polled some friends, and their responses were reassuring. It seems that babies are 1) adaptable; and 2) ever-changing. So while I plan to spend the next few weeks getting Tate into a more set bedtime ritual, I’m also aware that his ever-changing growth patterns and nursing needs and so on may shake up whatever schedule we work out for ourselves.
That said, last night I decided it was time to begin. This was a tough decision for me, because Tate has been co-sleeping with us pretty much since he was a few weeks old. He started out in a bassinet, but he really didn’t care for the bassinet and eventually I found it was much easier to respond to his needs and get a bit of sleep at the same time if he was snuggled into the crook of my arm next to me in bed. I could nurse him more easily and we could both fall asleep afterwards peacefully and immediately. Bruce has been traveling so much for the past few months that more often than not, it’s just Tate and me in the bed. Selfishly, I love feeling his little warm body beside me. But realistically, I know that I need to reclaim our sleeping space for my husband and me, and that Tatum will be better off learning to soothe himself to sleep in his crib.
And well worth it when you wake up to this face:
As for naps throughout the day, I’ll try to be disciplined about putting him in his crib. But it’s hard to prevent this from happening:
(or falling asleep in his stroller, or in the Baby Bjorn!) We’re getting there, though. Baby steps (or maybe I should say “baby snoozes”?).