Overall, Jonah’s sleep had been pretty good over the past
couple months. Most nights he got a
decent stretch of uninterrupted sleep in after bedtime (between 6-9 hours) with
another small stretch (1-2 hours) after one night nursing session. And we got about 3-4 hours of total naptime
in each day.
And then, at about 18 weeks, we heard it. In the distance. A faint whistle and the
sound of “chug-chug-chug”. It was the
sleep training train.
I had read a few books and talked to a few friends. I knew some of the terminology (“extinction”,
“graduated extinction”, “controlled crying”) and a few of the major players
(Dr. Ferber, Dr. Weissbluth) but I wasn’t really sure we needed sleep
training. But slowly I was reminded of a
few issues we did have with Jonah’s sleep.
(1) Short, irregular naps. And I had been pretty inconsistent in how I
put him down. Sometimes I’d bounce him to sleep and then lay him in the crib.
Other times I’d side-lie nurse him in bed and we’d fall asleep together. Sometimes he’d catch naps in the carseat or
stroller. And for the most part, naps
only lasted 40-50 minutes.
(2) Increasing night waking. Starting around
4 months, Jonah began waking more frequently at night, up to four times (four
month sleep regression?). Unsure of what
to do, sometimes Jake would bounce him, sometimes I’d go in and nurse him,
sometimes we’d do both and often it seemed like nothing really worked to get
him back into a deep solid stretch of sleep.
(3) Non-existent self-soothing. This was the
big one, which became more obvious as Jonah started waking more at night. Because we almost always put Jonah down for
naps/nighttime all the way asleep (via bouncing, nursing, rocking), he had
almost zero self-soothing experience, so any time he woke and didn’t have us around
to re-create that soothing environment, he’d cry.
And finally, after several nights of 4-5 wakings, extended
periods of crying, a recommendation from our pediatrician and the encouragement
of a few friends, we decided maybe it was time. The sleep train was
boarding. And this time we’d packed our
bags and were waiting at the station. (I
can sense that this metaphor might be a little overdone at this point. I’ll stop.)
Sleep training in the Salter House. Not pictured: Project Runway. |
So here’s the nitty gritty.
First, I looked into the claims that sleep training
(specifically the “cry it out” method) had negative psychological effects on
infants. My instinct told me it couldn’t
be that bad; he cried all the time in the car for extended periods without
intervention, would eventually fall asleep and, upon waking, be his normal,
happy self. But I wanted to be
sure. Some digging showed that there is
actually clinical research on these
techniques. The verdict? Turns out, sleep training isn’t just safe,
it’s effective (when done properly).
For a good summary of the research, see: http://www.slate.com/articles/double_x/the_kids/2013/07/clinical_lactation_jumps_on_the_dr_sears_bandwagon_to_say_sleep_training.html (I recognize that this topic
is quite controversial. But my goal here is simply to share our experiences, not to debate the pros/cons of sleep training. Certainly what works for one child won't work for all children.)
So, we re-read a few sections of sleep books I had purchased
last month (Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy
Child; Babywise; Moms on Call), talked to our
pediatrician (who recommended Ferber’s method of graduated extinction, i.e.
“cry it out” with parental soothing at pre-set intervals), talked to a few
parent friends and made a plan: We’d start Friday night (so that we’d have two
weekend days to catch up on any lost sleep) and we’d go all in with the
extinction method (which means you don’t go in to soothe or check on them until
morning, letting them cry until they fall asleep). We decided on the extinction method (over
graduated extinction) because we read that, while harder on parents, extinction
worked more dependably, more quickly, there was less overall crying and parents were more likely to return to
the method after a sleep setback (illness, travel, etc).
Night One:
Friday evening we went to a birthday party got to hang out
with some good friends and their sweet kiddos.
We headed home a little before Jonah’s normal bedtime (7:30/7:45pm) and
stuffed our bags with a few leftover beers and chocolate chip cookies. To help
blunt the agony of what was about to happen.
Jonah was super calm and easy during the pre-bed
routine. Sweet and babbly and smilely as
ever. He had no idea what was about to hit him. It was torture. As I rocked him
and nursed him, anxiety started creeping in; I could feel my heart-rate
increase, imagining endless hours of my baby screaming all alone in his crib. But I knew, in the long run, this would be
for his good. I nursed him extra long
while Jake read “The Jesus Storybook Bible” and prayed. Then, at about 8:15 when he seemed to be done
nursing, and had drowsy, heavy eyelids (but was still awake), I placed him in
his crib. We kissed his forehead, told
him we loved him and that we’d see him soon.
It was so strange putting him down without the extended bouncing,
hovering and tiny calculated movements to keep him asleep.
The first 5 minutes he babbled to himself. It was so sweet.
And I had a flash of optimism: “Maybe he won’t cry at all! Maybe he’ll talk himself to sleep!” Ha.
Then he started crying. Jake and I went downstairs, turned
the monitor OFF, turned the fans ON (to muffle the crying) and folded laundry
while watching TV to keep distracted. We
could hear the screaming (although dampened by white noise). I kept imagining his little body, sweating
and writhing in anger. His tears, hot on his sweet baby cheeks. Ugh. Would
this actually work? Was he too hot?
Should we have swaddled him in a onesie instead of footie pajamas?
Should we have waited another month? I
just kept rolling boxers, folding t-shirts and watching Tim Gunn encourage
designers to “make it work!”. Jake
reached over to hold my hand.
Slowly I became less bothered by the screaming and more
interested in the show and then, by 9:00pm, we couldn’t hear him anymore. We didn’t dare turn on the monitor. We didn’t want to jinx it. We just both
pretended to not notice while we finished Project
Runway (which Jake generously offered to watch with me, for solidarity
sake). But, he was asleep. After only
about 40 minutes of crying.
And we didn’t hear him again until 5:45am. He started
fussing and we decided to wait it out for a little bit. After about 10 minutes he was back
asleep. And finally I went to get him to
feed at 7:00am. He was awake and quietly
playing. What!??? This had NEVER
happened.
So night one was a pretty big success.
After Night One:
Subsequent nights started off with less crying (25 minutes
on night 2, 10 minutes on night 3 and less than 2 minutes on night 4), but he
also started waking earlier (5:30am!).
5:30 is a pretty early start to the day (we often lay him down for his
first nap before 8:00am, which feels pretty weird since there were plenty of
days prior to parenthood where we’d still be sleeping at 8:00am), but we still
counted it a success.
Naps, on the other hand, were not so successful. We initially tried to “rip the Band-Aid off”,
so to speak, and nap train concurrently with night training. We had a few successful naps (minimal crying
and sleep lasting longer than 35 minutes) but we also had quite a few days
where he would cry all the way through at least one nap, leaving us frustrated
and him exhausted. After some research and prayer we decided to
put nap training on hold and try to establish a good nighttime sleep schedule,
consistent wake up time and consistent nap schedule before nap training.
It’s been about three weeks since our initial CIO experience
and nighttime sleep is still consistently better. Sometimes I’ll “accidentally” nurse him to
sleep (never wake a sleeping baby, right?) which sets us back a little bit on
the self-soothing but I’d say we’re still fairly committed to the basics of
sleep training.
The Verdict
So, in terms of our original sleep challenges, I’d say sleep
training has helped moderately to significantly with #2 (night wakings) and #3
(self soothing) and not at all with #1 (short naps). Those flippin’ 40-minute naps, man. They’re killing me.
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