Posts Tagged ‘sleeping’


Monday, April 8th, 2013

When Sam scaled the sides of her crib on March 20th, I wasn’t sure what we should do about it.

On the one hand, lots of toddlers are seriously injured by falling out of cribs, and we’re eager to keep Sam safe. On the other hand, free-range toddlers can get into a lot of trouble roaming unsupervised while their parents sleep, and we’re eager to keep Sam safe.

Immediately, I removed her thick inner-spring mattress and redeployed the thin foam mattress that came with the crib. I’m sure it’s somewhat less comfortable, but being 2-3 inches lower in the crib is a useful deterrent to climbing.

Several folks recommended that we tell Sam she’s “a big girl now” and let her sleep unconfined on her mattress on the floor. But our Sleep Lady book advises keeping kids in cribs until at least 2-1/2 for safety reasons. And our pediatrician, Dr. W, was emphatic: toddlers need to stay in cribs until they develop the cognitive ability to adhere to sleeping rules like, “you have to stay in your bed.”

With that in mind, Bill disassembled the bottom of Sam’s crib and removed the wood platform altogether. Now, Sam’s inner-spring mattress is directly on the floor, dropping it several more inches relative to the crib rails. She can no longer climb out by herself, and the months it will take for her to grow taller and stronger give us a little more time to teach her to stay in her bed.

Sam waking in her lower crib, on March 29

UPDATE: It’s June now, and Sam has stayed safely in her crib every time we’ve put her there. Cate’s mattress is still resting on the platform in the lowest position, which means the crib rails now come only to her chest. But interestingly, Cate hasn’t made any serious attempts to climb out of her crib.

Nonetheless, we bought new larger sleep sacks for both girls. Keeping their torsos, legs, and feet wrapped in soft cotton jersey goes a long way to defuse any climbing attempts.

First teeth: Sam! And lots of teething torment

Thursday, September 6th, 2012

Cate cut her first tooth on June 20, and has spent the last two months teething, building her front four incisors one at a time. After some initial discomfort, she seemed to acclimate to the process. She’s now building a 5th tooth, on the bottom. And while she obviously appreciates teethers, she seems relatively undistressed.

Rather later, Sam cut her first tooth on Aug 21 (two weeks ago). Since then, she has already cut the second tooth, and is plainly working on the third and fourth, fifth, and sixth in stereo simultaneously. Yes, that’s SIX teeth at the same time. Rather than just sucking her binky at bedtime, she’s working it while she’s awake: sticking it in, biting down, and popping it out, in rapid succession, over and over and over. She’s not eating well, she’s fussing, and she’s gnawing on the coffee table (and anything else she can chew on), which all points to big time Teething Pain. Poor kid! Thank goodness for ibuprofen.

Sam is building four top incisors simultaneously

And just when Sam was beginning to learn to sleep for more than 45 minutes at a time, discomfort — from her teeth and/or hunger from not eating because her mouth hurts — is waking her up. But where before she used to take a binky and go right back to sleep, she’s now so uncomfortable that when she wakes she’s AWAKE. Several days this week, ibuprofen has let her sleep for only an hour or two before waking, and then she’s needed more milk and/or formula and a staggered dose of acetaminophen to get back to sleep 2+ hours later. Poor kid!

Sam working her binky. If you look closely, you can also see the giant fading bruise on her left temple from where she bonked her head on the foot of our bed. Ouch!

I understand that it will take most of the next year for them to finish making their first sets of teeth. For their sakes, I’m hoping they do more of them in series than in parallel!

Speed blogging: Good night

Thursday, March 15th, 2012

Last night, Cate slept 6:38 and Sam slept 6:10, which allowed us grown-ups to sleep about 6 hours. That’s the first time since November that we’ve done that without paying for the privilege.

On a related note, we’ve incorporated reading The Going to Bed Book and Goodnight Moon into our bedtime routine.

Update: The following night was as bad as the prior night was good. 3 hours + 2-1/2 hours + 1 more holding a baby does not feel remotely like 6+ hours sleep. Ugh.

Speed blogging: noises

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

Sleeping babies make you hear everything more clearly:

  • squeaky floor boards
  • squeaky door hinges
  • rattling window sashes
  • toilet flushing
  • hard-soled shoes
  • crinkle of plastic packaging
  • microwave latch and dinger
  • clatter of ceramic and glass dinnerware on similar surfaces
  • leaf blowers and lawn mowers
  • noisy neighbors who don’t know any better
  • Sandy, the fool-headed, country, barking-at-everything, yellow Laborador who should know better
  • muffler-less motorcycles
  • city garbage collector honking to “tell the guy to put his bins further apart
  • 20-something Cool Guy honking to “tell his dad to hurry up”
  • telephone(s)
  • sneezes and coughs
  • the other sister
  • etc

Fortunately, we have a few good sources of white noise: the air conditioner (12-minute blower cycle), the dishwasher (45-minute cycle), and Bill’s C-PAP (all night). These go a long way to mask the other noises and keep babies sleeping. But I’m ready to trade my kingdom in exchange for some reliable quiet around here.

What’s in a bed, revisited

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

I mentioned that Tibbs will sleep in the most uncomfortable-looking places. My cousin Mary forwarded an hysterical photo that makes me wonder if it’s a universal orange tabby trait:

orange kitty in lasagna dish

What’s in a bed?

Friday, June 5th, 2009

Sometimes I just have to wonder how our cat, Tibbs, decides where to sleep. On the one hand, he’d rather be on a dish towel than a cold tile countertop, and a pillow than the floor. On the other hand, he also makes choices like these:

Tibbs racked out in a cardboard box
This can’t be comfortable, and he had room to settle differently

Tibbs crammed onto Bob's desk
He was persistent getting here, but I just can’t see why

I repeatedly shooed him off my desk and into my lap, into Daddy’s chair, into his window seat, etc. But when I wasn’t looking, he ducked behind my laptop and wormed himself into this awkward posture half on the scanner and half off. Silly cat.

And clearly, neither of us learned anything last week. (Silly Bob!)