I had certainly heard of 4 month old sleep regressions, and then I suddenly found myself in the midst of one, confused. As if the 4 month regression wasn’t supposed to apply to me.
For nights on end, my little bubbly crane has been waking me at least every hour, screaming to nurse. It was so startling. And then, after days, I found myself exhausted and questioning things like co-sleeping, nursing, and parenting in general. I was worried that I was making the wrong sleeping decisions for our family, and asking Milton every day what we could change so that we could all get some sleep.
Most startling was the scream he would wake with. As if I wasn’t right there, next to him. I worried that he was getting demanding with the boobs, thinking about all of those “cry it out” instructions and all of those people who ever told me that co-sleeping wouldn’t work. I didn’t know quite what to do because, hey! we live in a studio. Crying it out would be crying it out for the whole family, and I can’t have that right when I’m about to go back to work. Plus I can’t bear to hear it from my awesome baby. If he’s crying, he needs me. And we needed sleep- not exhausted tears!
The worst was last Saturday night. I was getting ready to go out for my very first dancing night on the town since, goodness, last New Years Eve, and our little crane was nuts with screaming. I’ve never heard anything like it. We had been out all day and he was certainly sleepy, but he had gotten some naps in and shouldn’t have been feeling as if he were being murdered. Eventually, he fell asleep in Milton’s arms… Milton shoo’d me out the door… and I went DANCING. I felt horribly guilty, but it certainly renewed my confidence and efforts through the all night long nursing.
As sleep regressions are supposed to be coupled with big developmental surges, I watched our crane for scooting, which he’s doing a little bit of, but that sort of brain activity didn’t seem to count towards screaming. Little guy is too sweet for that.
Finally, yesterday at bath time, he pulled a my finger to his mouth. He loves tasting the water on my fingers. Water is a crazy curiousity to him, right now! He likes it, but hasn’t figured out that it can be fun. It’s scary, interesting… and it tastes good. He chomped down on my finger and OMG! TOOTH!! His lower left-hand front tooth is poking out!
I cried my eyes out and gave him his first breast milk popsicle. I’m going to cherish every last one of the gummy bites on the right side of his mouth.
I was extra patient through last night’s nursing. Poor guy. Teeth hurt! I was really hoping we had more time without them.
In other news, he is rolling over! He started about 2 weeks ago. Above is a photo I managed to snap right after his first time getting to his belly on his own. I asked him how he felt! He said I FEEL TOUGH.
Since he’s such a big boy now, I put him in the main seat of his stroller for the first time. It was hard for me to do because I love to have him face me in his infant seat so that I can watch his every funny expression… but I thought we’d try it out. I’m happy to report that he was also skeptical about not seeing his mom all the time…
Also of note… our guy now weighs 20 pounds. I know! Right?