These were words that my oldest sister said too me the other day on the phone when I called in tears because I wasn't sure I was doing the right things for JP. I was concerned that he wasn't getting enough visual stimulation, or tummy time, or awake time, or sleep time, or, or, or...I mean, come on, let's get real. What FTM (First Time Mom) *doesn't* worry about these things? Do I *truly* believe that I am going to somehow emotionally, mentally, physiologically, or educationally disable my child? Of course not, but as a FTM I want to make sure I'm doing the right things for him.
These words have stuck with me. Her following statement of "try this, try that, and try other things, then if that doesn't work put him in the car and go for a drive. Give him a change of scenery, sometimes that's all they need" have stuck with me as well. It's true. nothing is going to work the same way twice. Sure, the "5 S's" (Swaddle, Side, Swing, Shush, Suck) are proving to be *extremely* useful and work about 90-95% of the time, so it's that tricky 5% that we have to try everything else.
Is he hot...undress him.
That didn't work...
Is he cold? Dress him again.
That didn't work either...damn...
Change the diaper...offer him food...employ the 5 S's...walk around...sing...jiggle...put in swing...take out of swing...give him a pacifier...give him a bath ...go outside...come inside...turn him over to other parent...leave him alone...pick him back up...try to snuggle in bed...try to snuggle in the chair...try...try...try...
|The calm after the cranky|
For half an hour. *laugh*
He then woke up because he was hungry, which I had anticipated before drifting off so it was okay. I fed, burped, and changed him, then we both fell back asleep until 9am. Successful mommy moment. Then this afternoon after his 2o'clock bottle, he wanted to be cranky and the only thing that worked was holding him up on my shoulder, patting his back, while bouncing up and down and "shhhh!"-ing in his ear. He then quickly let me know, after I put him down to give myself a break, that the ONLY PLACE he wanted to be was on my chest and so up again he went. He was gracious enough to give me enough time in his bassinet to go upstairs and grab some food and scarf about half of it down before he started grumbling, saying too me "Hey. Mom. I want to snuggle...NOW!" *laugh* And so here we sit, finally. He is sleeping comfortably on my chest and I am enjoying all the wonderful smells and sounds that go along with that and wondering what will work the next time he gets cranky.
Only JP knows, and he's not tellin' anyone...at least not yet. ;)