I forgot to mention that despite all the crazy eating, Ellen hasn’t projectile vomited on me in over 24 hrs. I even tested her by having a bean burger for lunch yesterday. Yay!
Day: September 12, 2017
I tried something new last night. Kyle wasn’t thrilled, but I slept on an inflatable mattress in Ellen’s room. This is an early start to transitioning her to her own room.
I’m not sure why Kyle didn’t love the idea. I know he was excited to get a good night of sleep without Noisy Baby disturbing him, but he definitely seemed sad. I guess he was going to miss me? Awww, so sweet!
Anyway, the thought process behind this plan is that:
- Ellen is too noisy for anyone to sleep so we have to get her out
- I don’t actually feel ready to be in a different room than Ellen
- Kyle needs some sleep so he can function at work
- Having access to the rocking chair is way more comfortable for me for feedings than sitting on the edge of our bed
- I have some anxiety about Ellen sleeping poorly in her crib, and in the past all it has taken to calm similar anxieties is trying it out and seeing that it works. But being close to her while we test it is vital to avoid a mama meltdown.
So as I sit here, feeding Ellen for the 10th time in 12 hours (I kid you not), I can safely say that I have no idea if she sleeps well in her crib or not.
She is too busy cluster feeding for me to gather enough data. She did have one good nearly 4 hour stretch (leaving 8 hours for all those feedings! My booooobs!!!), so I think she tolerates being flat in her crib pretty well. But then the rest of the night she was up every 30-90 minutes and spent all of her sleeping moments grunting and moaning, which doesn’t indicate deep sleep to me. But what do I know.
I’m dead. I’m actually deceased. She has sucked me dry and killed me with sleep deprivation.
I reached out to some online mama groups to see if anyone has tips for dealing with noisy babies. So far they all just say separate rooms and white noise machines. Not exactly the magic shut-up-the-baby solutions I dreamed of, but it’s a start.