Julia is not a very good sleeper. She's great when she's awake, but she usually only naps for 45 minutes at a time and at night, has only been going about 3-4 hours between feedings...sometimes only 1 or 2 hours. Now if this were just an every once and a while thing, it would be okay. I know this time with her will fly and before I know it she'll be a "big girl." But it's getting to where the nights that she does badly are coming more frequently and even Gray (who didn't sleep through the night consistently till a year old) was sleeping 6-8 hours at her age, so when I fed her 4 times the other night (not counting when I fed her at bedtime and when she got up for the day), I decided to once again consult my "sleep book." This book was written by a doctor who has made his life's work the study of sleep, particularly in children. He's pretty practical and even gives a plan for those who choose to sleep with their babies, which is a no-no to more strict "experts." I read the chapter on 3-4 month olds, where he enlightened me that at this age up to 9 months, babies may need to be fed twice at night, at around 12 and 4ish. He said it's a mistake to feed when(if) the baby also wakes at 2 because it creates a night waking habit. He says PLEASE do not feed your baby at this time because she is not hungry. So I decided I would listen to him. I recently started letting Julia cry herself to sleep (as opposed to nursing her to sleep) for naps and she does that fine and fairly quickly, so I thought I could handle letting her cry at night. Okay, sorry for all that boring background info...now I'll get to what really happened.
We got home last night about 8:30 and I fed Julia and put her to bed soon after. At about 12, she woke and I fed her again. Then at about 2:30, I hear her crying again. "Okay, Mr. Sleep Doctor", I'm thinking, "Hear we go." I turned the monitor down and laid down, listening to her. I didn't hear anything. Wow, she already went back to sleep. Whoops- turned the monitor down a little too low and in reality, she was screaming loudly. Time passes and there's no change. I decided to go sit on the step and listen to her. Still crying, but not quite as loudly. Wait some more. It's been an hour now and she's still crying, but there are some pauses and she doesn't sound that distressed. She even stopped crying for a good minute or two, but then started back up. Finally it was 4 am and I decided that since it's normal to feed her at 4, I'm giving up and feeding her. I stumbled up the stairs, so tired and feeling like all I accomplished was sleep deprivation, fed Julia, who seemed desperate for me to nurse her, and went back to bed thinking I am probably not going to try this tomorrow night! Supposedly it takes 3 days to establish "healthy" sleep habits, but I'm not sure I can make it till then.
And more fun happened during that 2:30-4 timeframe. Yesterday, Pogo kept getting in our back fence by way of one gap between the fence and house that Matt couldn't put a post in because of the foundation. It's very narrow and covered with the chicken wire, but he was still getting through it. I try to keep him out because I don't want him to chew the boys' toys. So yesterday when I'd get him out and adjust the chicken wire, he run back over and squeeze in again. So the boys and I filled a bucket of rocks to put in the gap. When Matt got home from work, he couldn't find Pogo. We hadn't been outside since morning so we figured he had escaped again, since he still does that every now and then. I went looking for him in the car and couldn't find him. When I got back home, Matt found him. He was in the fence. Apparently he can get in but not out. So I readjusted the bucket where I was SURE he couldn't get in. Now fast forward to the middle of the night. I kept hearing a weird noise and then when Julia started her crying spell, Pogo was whining too. When I got up, I realized it was coming from the back fence. I turned on the light and found Pogo in the gap of the fence, bucket knocked over. The hose, which was connected to the spigot right beside the gap, was wrapped around Pogo's middle and twisted in a knot. I have no idea how he managed this! I had to unscrew the hose to get him free, at which point he ran inside and to his crate in the laundry room. The fun just never ends with him!
And for those wondering, yes, everyone else slept through both of these events quite soundly:)