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My Baby Won’t Sleep

I safely came out of the four month sleep regression. Everything was working out pretty well until the eight month sleep regression hit me like a heart attack. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be that bad because I felt she had grown.


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During this time, I realized that the 4 months sleep regression is not a real regression. A regression means that the baby’s sleep will eventually resume as usual after a series of sleepless moments. However, this is not what happens at four months. From three to five months, the changes in baby’s sleep pattern are here to stay.


The 8th month sleep regression is different because the baby’s brain has developed. My own baby started having sleepless nights, refusing naps and even fighting. I realized that the many things that she keeps up with are what affected her sleep.


I also noticed that these regressions generally start at the same time as nap changes. The changes came to me as a surprise. At first, I was not prepared to handle the changes in her sleep and this made my baby become extremely tired. Later, I learnt that it is over-tiredness that made it difficult for her to fall asleep.


There is so much going on in my baby’s life crawling, sitting up, and pulling up. She is also learning the fundamentals of communicating. I feel that this activities are overwhelming for the baby because they involve time, energy and practice.


Unfortunately, this practice occurs at a time when the baby should be asleep. It can be quiet challenging for a baby to learn how to put their brains to rest. This mostly affects children who lack self soothing skills. Even with all my efforts to help her sleep, my baby won’t sleep. She keeps on fighting my soothing efforts.


I was used to twenty minutes of rocking her to sleep but this changed to sixty minutes when the eight month regression started. I have realized that my presence around her hinders her ability to fall asleep because she takes longer when am around. It might be her way of communicating to me that she will be falling asleep more on her own. Owing to this, I have created a conducive sleeping environment for her. I have made sure there is nothing in her crib that can destruct her from soothing herself to sleep.


Additionally I have torn down anything that can stimulate her including wall papers, toys and patterns on her sheets. Her room is nice and dark and I think my adjustments will make her bored so she can sleep on her own. Furthermore, I will make certain that her sleep schedule meets her needs. No more forcing her to sleep when it’s not yet time for her to rest.


I will stick to my normal sleep routines so that I do not get stressed up by creating new sleep habits. The eight month sleep regression is not here to stay; it’s just a matter of time. The eighth month sleep regression is why my baby won’t sleep. It is a tough one but for baby this is a great sleep training opportunity.


First Time Ice Skating With The Kids

A brand new ice rink was just put in a few weeks ago downtown, so I decided to take the kids ice skating for the first time. They were so excited to ice skate “just like Anna in Frozen!” It was a struggle from the very beginning. My middle girl insisted on wearing her Else costume, which I continuously rejected because the flimsy material would not keep her warm on the ice.




After chasing her around the house with her winter jacket while she yelled, “The cold never bothered me anyway,” for 20 minutes, we finally compromised. She would wear her sweats underneath her Elsa costume and I would bring her jacket for when she inevitably complained about being cold.


I rounded the kids up into the car and got to the rink just as they were opening. We rented skates, which all the kids complained hurt their feet. I managed to get them to sit still long enough for me to lace them up. Then we hit the ice.


Once we got on the ice all the complaining was completely worth it. I got on the ice first and guided each one by the hand onto the ice with me. We held hands as we tried to make our first movement around the rink, and instantly the littlest fell, bringing us all down with her. We collapsed into a fit of laughter.


Eventually, the two oldest got the hang of it and I sent them off to slowly make their way around the rink, gripping the wall for balance. I guided my youngest around the rink and my oldest quickly lapped us, laughing and yelling about being a hockey star.


A kind woman spinning in the middle of the ice quickly caught the eye of my middle child, who wanted to be just like her. Right as she was about to collapse into a fit of tears over her inability to dance on the ice, the woman skated over to us and offered to help my daughter learn to skate backwards, which she insisted was the first step to being an Olympic skater.


My oldest child agreed to help her sister around the rink so I could take some pictures. They were priceless! At one point, my middle child even joined the other two and they skated around the rink holding hands.


Even though my middle girl frequently fell and pulled the others down with her, something about the magic of the ice caused them all to laugh together every time. They were so patient with her as they moved her slowly around the rink. After two hours, all three were skating around the rink, hands off the wall, and my two oldest were even moving pretty quickly backwards.


After the kids were exhausted I took them to get ice cream and we watched Frozen for the umpteenth time. I promised to take them back again the next week. They will all be skating like Elsa in no time!