We've reached 11 weeks... I find myself feeling a bit startled arriving at this "mile marker" so soon! It is just one week before that so-called cutoff date. I've learned through friends that 12 weeks is when a mother & father need to be rolling with a schedule for their baby. Any time after 12 weeks is supposed to be difficult to fix any "bad habits" we have with a baby. So, at 11 weeks I'm trying not to freak out.
My baby, Norah Kate (NKPeanut, as Auntie Nennette so affectionately calls her), has sort-of created her own schedule. Seems pretty good to me, but the hours are not predictable. Do they need to be?
Oh yeah, and she doesn't like to sleep by herself. Not at all...not during the day...not during the night...not ever! Unless she's sleeping so heavily that nothing can wake her, she will stir, wimper, then cry full voice until someone joins her or picks her up.
Today I had the Peanut in her sling while I took apart the bassinet that was sitting beside our bed (which she slept in only 20% of the time). I am in the process of transferring her monitor system to her crib, removing all of the stuffed animals in order to launder the sheet again and pray that she'll like her crib this week. Am I ready? Not sure.
So I am admitting that I am not sticking to the schedule and crib training that I thought I would before she was born. I was so convinced that I would be training her to be an independent baby that would sleep when put down and eat on the hour prescribed. Now I'm discovering that it is understandable for a baby to want to be with someone all of the time. They are helpless and unsure...they need to feel safe and secure. As many books say, there are so many cultures that strap on their babies until they can walk. Those babies don't seem to have colic (whatever that REALLY is). Her personality requires much more attention than our society has deemed normal for a "good baby" and actually reflects how both Mike & I were when we were babies!