My mother, god love her, does a lot of stuff for us. I’m talking way above and beyond. With the Mini, she was, for the most part, not up my craw about how to raise him. Every now and then, she’d try to cover him up with a blanket (because he HAS to be cold when it’s 75 and he’s wearing PANTS). One time, she gave him something after I explicitly told her not to, and that was the last time that happened. You get my drift. I’m not knocking the woman. She vacuums my garage.
However, she has been up my ass about getting Little Girl on a schedule. Every time she asks if she’s napping or if she sleeps in her crib, she tells me that I have to get that girl on a schedule. For the most part, she is on a schedule. She generally sleeps well at night, practically begging to go to sleep at about 7:30, and sleeping until about 5:30-6. I’d call that sleeping through the night. At that point, she’s fed and then brough into bed with us so that she’ll sleep even later. I don’t DO getting up at 5:30 to start my day. I generally have to plead and prod to get her out of bed in the morning, at 8:30. You know, I’m not complaining. I’d say that’s a pretty successful sleeping arrangement for the interim.
As for naps, well, she’s actually still somewhat on a schedule. She goes down for about an hour in the morning, in her crib, and then maybe takes another catnap between then and two, and then takes another hour and a half to two hour nap on our bed. Quite frankly, this is not my favorite way to get her to nap, but I choose my battles and if it’s between napping on my bed, or not napping at all, I don’t mind relaxing on my bed with my laptop while she sleeps. That is not the worst thing in the world.
When the Mini was this age, he was pretty much nearly the same way. Except for sleeping in his crib. I can’t really say that he napped in his crib at all until at least 6-8 months, and I remember being so stressed and fucking annoyed at a baby, because OMG, HE’S NOT ON A SCHEDULE. He needs to be on a schedule!!! I lived and died by the mere thought of this child needing to be on some sort of fantasy schedule. The lack of him napping sent me into such an anxiety, that there were days where I would call the Meester at work and tell him to get his ass home, pronto, because one or both of us were going to be dead.
So this time around, I keep telling my mother to shove it, because there is no way this kid is old enough to be on such a regimented schedule, and really, working myself up over this does no good for anyone. I can’t make the kid sleep unless I drug her, and really, the thought is tempting sometimes when I have two kids who decide to eschew their daily nap, but being a little more (read: by about 5%) seasoned at this whole parenting gig makes me realize that, more often than not, it’s not all unicorns and rainbows in parentland. In a perfect world, they would both take at least a two hour nap, every day. AT THE SAME TIME.
In a perfect world, I would win the lottery (without having to actually play), and being high on valium would be socially acceptable.