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Before the Yeti was born, my Red's very generous mom took me to Babies 'R Us to purchase a crib. We got a beautiful one that was modeled after sleigh style furniture. At our pig roast/baby shower we got the most adorable bed set with monkeys on it and I couldn't wait to get his nursery all set up and decorated. I couldn't wait to bring my little man home to sleep in his new cozy quarters.
Ok, so we had the Yeti, blah blah blah, get home, and put him in his crib.
Insert baby screams.
Tried that for a few nights, assumed (being a new mom) that it was normal for brand new infant to scream all night long.
Insert more baby screams, punctuated by hourly breast feeding.
Discovery, the Yeti sleeps in his swing during the day. Light bulb.
If Yeti sleeps in his swing during the day, then Yeti sleeps in his swing at night = true, then Hannah gets some rest. The equation was true. So, we moved his swing into his room (next to ours) and it was like a big old bunny sleeping pill.
Four weeks down the road, stupid me decides I'm sick of tripping over the swing in his less than spacious room, and put him in his crib for the night.
Insert baby screams. Back in the swing.
Hmm...poll friends who have children.
The following is a list of things that did not make my baby want to sleep in his crib:
No night light
Hot water bottle under the sheets
No hot water bottle
Sweatshirt that smells like us in the crib
Crying it out (yes, he screamed for a full 8 hours)
I was resigned to the fact that the Yeti would sleep in his swing until he grew out of it. However considering the fact that at 7 weeks old he is so tall he wears 6 month clothes, I figured his growth rate would put him out of the swing shortly.
So, every day, while doing what ever it is I do all day, I would put him in his crib (awake) for a few minutes every day with the mobile on. He seemed quite content in there. He even finally got to the point that he would fall asleep in there.
Success came when the Yeti was 8 weeks 6 days old. I put him in his crib, at night, for the first time since he was 3 weeks old. Mobile on, lights off. Boom, he fell asleep. I laid awake all night long awaiting the nuclear meltdown, and it never came.
It was one of my big moments of feeling like I actually did something right as a mother. Thank god for small miracles.