What is it about 2nd babies that makes following a routine so much harder than with the first?
After being awake since 5.30am, I’ve just endured 20 minutes of solid crying with an over-tired baby, who I’ve been trying to settle back to sleep since 6.00 o’clock this morning.
Routines. There are so many. There’s the Gina Ford method. The Baby Whisperer. Controlled crying. ‘Ferberizing’. Pick-up, put-down. EASY (That’s a routine, by the way. None of these are in any way easy).
Feeding on demand. Timed feeding. Weaning. Weaning from breast to bottle.
The text makes them all sound easy. Until you have a baby who will only feed to sleep, who won’t take a bottle, and will only drink milk at nap time. And then fall asleep, full of wind, only to wake up again 20-30 minutes later.
I KNOW it won’t last forever, but those who know me, know that I’m a HUUGE fan of structure. Routine. Knowing what I am going to be doing at any given time, and if that changes, god help the person in the line of fire.
Many people say to just go with the flow. If there was any kind of flow you can guarantee I’d be relaxing in it on a flotation device, with a cocktail in hand, enjoying the ride.
On the plus side, at least I’ve managed to squeeze in a blog post.
In writing news, I’m digging out Time for Love again, and peering at it with one eye open. The one eye is nothing to do with sleep deprivation, but more to do with a little bit of fear. It’s been such a while since I visited that story, what if it’s awful? What if I’ve fallen out of love with it and have to start all over again?
But, it’s a start.
And we all have to start somewhere. Once we’ve mastered juggling two small children, a teenager, a shift-working husband (and the need to keep things quiet *snort*), 2 cats and a handful of tropical fish.
Until next time 😉 xx