So E went to the pediatrician today. I'm getting the hang of putting the car seat into taxis - and of course, the magic words are, "You can start the meter." E was very good at the doctor's until he got his shots - diphtheria, polio and meningitis, I think - then his face turned red and he screamed. I was able to nurse him with my handy nursing cover in the waiting room, and that seems to be a cure for all ills.

Which brings me to another point - the doctor thinks he should only be getting up once a night (sleeping 3-hour stretches consistently, instead of 1 3-hour stretch followed by 2-hour stretches). She said I should put him in the crib, after making sure he is changed and fed, and let him get to sleep on his own - even if he cries. I don't know if I can do that.

He weighs 13 pounds and 12 ounces!

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BabelBabe said…
everyone will tell you different things - i can tell you Q's schedule at 6 months if that helps: he goes to bed at 8ish. up again approx. 4-5 hours later (12 or 1), up again around 3, then up for the day at 630-7ish. during the day he sleeps 2-3 times, an hour in the morning, several hours in the afternoon, sometimes a catnap in late afternoon. he's up about two hours in between each nap. at night I nurse him back to sleep when he wakes up. he also sleeps in my bed if I am really tired. take that for whatever it's worth. i did the same thing with Terzo and did the crib thing with Primo - this is easier on me.
2:22 PM
Poppy said…
You are his mom, you know in your heart what he needs. Let a doctor guide you, but you're his parent so you're the final judge. Don't be afraid to go "against" the doctor if it feels right. :)

(Says the girl with no human babies, so, you know, do what you like.)
4:05 PM
Bearette said…
bb - yeah, i nurse him back to sleep too, and he sleeps in my bed when i'm tired.

poppy - but you have cat babies :)
4:06 PM
Caro said…
Yes, the magic of the boob. It cures all ills.

I never could let my kids cry it out either.

Poppy summed it out wonderfully.

E gets cuter every day. I wish I did.
5:56 PM
Anonymous said…
E is only 2 months old. IMHO, and without being in your shoes, I think that being left to cry it out is a bit much at such a young age.

Kids are all different. One formula will not work for everyone. Trust yourself and do what is best for you guys.:)
9:38 AM
Bearette said…
Yeah, I wasn't able to do it. After trying the crib, I brought him to bed with us, we all slept and nobody cried.
11:20 AM
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