The great shlep

So I went to the pediatrician today. I chose to take the subway this time instead of a taxi. This involved 3 trains. Yes, 3. Each making 2 stops or less, but still. Yet I enjoyed it much more than the taxi. E prefers the subway, too. People smile and coo at him. (And don't worry, I would never bring him on the subway at night or during rush hour. In fact, he has never been on it later than 2 pm).

I think I enjoyed the trip more because it involved walking (after I got off the subway) and you feel good after walking. Not like a taxi ride when your nerves are singing.

Anyway, I feel like my pediatrician is a mixed bag. She went to a great medical school and she is very careful and thorough. I trust her to take good care of E. Yet we have philosophical differences. She is a big fan of crying it out. She feels that E should be sleeping 10-11 hours uninterrupted every night.

I don't know how realistic this is for every 6-month-old. Sometimes he does do that. Other times he wakes up. Last night I decided not to feed him when he woke up. He went back to sleep after a little comforting from D and ended up sleeping a total of 11 hours, with that one interruption. I don't think this is terrible. Psychologically it is very hard to let your kid cry it out. D said he only had to comfort him for about 10 minutes. And sometimes a pacifier will do it.

I think she is going by the book. I don't think she has kids. Until you have a kid, you don't know what the sound of him crying will do to you.