Despite what “they” say, we decided to move Henry out of our room a few nights ago to his own room in his own crib. They will tell you lots of things. I don’t know who they are. But I tend to listen to them until it no longer suits my needs or arguments with Allen. In this particular instance, we thought we’d sleep better without Henry in our room so it was time to ignore they.
Allen set up the video monitor and we did some testing. Henry was ready. Forget Henry. He doesn’t care where he sleeps. I was ready.
I thought I was ready.
I really really was so excited to have him out of the room. But not hearing him is scary. We went to bed around 10:00, excited to be without meeps, beeps, yelps, and grunts. I checked the monitor. Henry was sleeping. Time to get me some sleep.
But sleep would not come. I kept laying there waiting for him to make a sound to prove that the monitors work, despite the fact that Allen and I had tested them. Obviously, Henry’s voice may be the only sound that might not transmit. His voice may be a weird frequency and it couldn’t be picked up by the monitor. These things made sense to me at the time. So, I laid there waiting. And waiting. …and waiting. I began to obsessively check the monitor every 30…20… 10 minutes. Still sleeping. Still sleeping. THEN. I fell asleep.
I didn’t mean to do it! I was going to stay awake until I heard him cry. But, dangit. Sleep claimed me. I checked the monitor. He was squirming but there was no sound coming from the monitor. I KNEW IT. The monitors didn’t work with Henry’s voice! Henry, after all, does NOT squirm silently. I checked the clock. Almost 2:00am. WHAT?! ALMOST 2:00AM!? A nearly four hour stretch. That hasn’t happened!
Full panic set in. Henry must have been crying for at least an hour. Starving. Waiting. Feeling abandoned. Guilt and terror washed over me as I bolted out of bed and ran into the hallway.
I didn’t hear anything. The monitor was quiet. I couldn’t hear the static from the monitor. This further convinced me the monitor wasn’t working because when it works you hear a dull static sound. But, unless my ears also stopped working, he wasn’t crying.
I went into his room and, sure enough, he was sound asleep.
Convinced the monitor would fail me when Henry needed me, I sat in the rocking chair for 30 minutes until he actually woke up and needed to eat. Four glorious hours of sleep wasted. At this point, I had no faith in the monitor and slept in the guest room which is next to Henry’s room so I could hear him cry without the monitor. I slept a little better, but not great. I was a zombie when morning rolled around.
Though Allen knew I was crazy, he refrained from making me feel crazy over the whole incident and we agreed to do some thorough monitor testing before putting Henry back in the crib.Though this testing would only take 10 minutes, we didn’t get around to it for another two days (how does that happen when you have a newborn?! 5 minute task? It will take you a week!).
You will never guess what happened! NEVER!
The monitor works perfectly. As Allen suspected, if it is quiet in the room the audio feed switches off or to a sleep mode of sorts. It only begins to transmit when it detects a sound. This is why the dull static would stop and the monitor would be silent, even though I could still see Henry. Convinced that the monitor was sound, we went to bed.
Again, I could not sleep. What is wrong with me?! I trust the monitor! I kept hearing phantom baby cries and then I would get worried the monitor WASN’T working after all. But I knew that was crazy so forced myself to stay in bed. Again, I obsessively checked the monitor, but, perhaps, slightly less obsessively than the first night. I knew I wouldn’t sleep until the first time I heard him cry, so resigned to laying in bed waiting. Again, a four hour stretch of sleep. Dang you, Henry Owen! You don’t have four hour stretches of sleep in the cradle in our room! So glad you like the crib so much. Fat lot of good it does me.
But then it happened! HE CRIED! And, believe it or not, I heard it on the monitor. i was overjoyed. I thought this would be my sweet release from the monitor madness. I changed him, gas dropped him, fed him, wrapped him up, and off to sleep he went. And off to sleep I went. Except, sleep would still not come! My tortured sleep soul! I slept in fitful spurts throughout the night. Maybe getting a couple of hours stretched over the course of 8 hours. When the 7:00am feeding rolled around I was pretty incoherent and unable to function. That is when I turned to Allen and asked for help. Allen changed him, brought him to me in bed to feed him, then took him away to burp him, then stayed up with him. I turned the monitor OFF.
Last night, our third night with the monitor, was better. Not awesome. But better. And it will continue to get better, that I know. You know what is kind of awesome, though? Henry seems to sleep better in the crib in his own room. I’m not sure why, and I don’t think I care why. He might just be getting to a point where he can go a bit longer without eating and that would have happened regardless of where he sleeps. But, I choose to believe the crib holds some magical baby sleeping property.
Now, just to find that magical sleep for myself.
Wide awake and rocking the bear jammies!
A boy and his dog.