(I’m really enjoying this confession thing. Writers therapy
at its best.)
So here's my other confession. I don’t let my baby cry it out.
My blood pressure rises when I even type this because this confession is
even more touchy than the co-sleeping thing. I’ve googled this one too. And
read books. And talked to mothers in person and read their exchanges on the
internet. I don’t even need to explain the cry it out debate – its uglier than the co-sleeping one and again, everyone under
the sun has an opinion.
My biggest regret from my early(er) parenting days was insisting
that Bronwyn learn to go to sleep at a certain time, in a certain way. Well
intentioned friends had led me to believe that the cry it out theory was a universal best practice, and yet, at six weeks old, we were driving everyone in the house crazy by letting Bronwyn “cry it
out” at night, all because that’s what THE BOOK said to do. “But she needs to
get on a schedule!” I told my sleep deprived father one morning. And in his
wisdom, all he said was, “Why?” I had no answer. And that was the end of that. Nursing
her back to sleep without consideration of time
of day or time since last feeding
was the best decision we ever made. She’s fat and happy, and we’re happy that
she’s fat and happy. AND - icing on the cake - our neighbors are more than happy that
she’s fat and happy.
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| "girl, I don't even know what to do with your happiness right now." |
I’m also glad that we chose a culturally relevant method of
sleeping and feeding because Zambians don’t let their babies cry
either. Once, I was gone on an errand that took longer than I expected and
Bronwyn was struggling to go down for a nap without me and was letting the
world know of her unhappiness. Our neighbor girl Gertrude came banging on the
door, pleading with Jeremy to let her do something, anything, to help the wailing babe.
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| thanks for the offer Gertrude, but I think she wants more than the pen |
On
another occasion, we experimented with trying to see if Bronwyn could last a
night without nursing at all – there were expected tears and, I kid you not, within two
minutes Ba Ben’s flashlight was shining through our window trying to figure out
where the fire or leopard or robber was that was preventing this mother from meeting
her baby’s legitimate need.
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| Bronwyn's message: this is not hard, people |
The Zambian thought, with which I agree is – if mommy can prevent baby’s tears with a
simple drink of milk, then why on earth would she withhold it? So serious
is this philosophy that I have been given the death stare more than once by
nearby moms who feel like I am clearly not moving fast enough to get my boob
into my child’s mouth. I’ve developed lighting fast reflexes, bounding out of
chairs and hurdling over bushes and goats to reach the crying babe. (I kid. But only sort
of.) And the fascinating thing is this – I’ve never met a spoiled Zambian
child. I’ve never encountered a child-run household or a mother who feels
manipulated by her child’s “demands” to nurse. On the contrary, Zambian kids
cherish, honor and respect their mothers all the more as they see her as the
giver of milk and of comfort. I see it written on the pages of their life book,
“She gives me that which I need and therefore I shall rise and call her
blessed.” What more could a Proverbs 31 woman ask for?
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some of the sweetest boys you'll ever meet. happily
breastfed during those crucial development years,
and now clearly possessing extra confidence (and swagger) because of it. |
Now, that said, when it
comes to things other than nursing/feeding/sleeping with the wee ones, the “I won’t
let you cry” card is off the table. A kid who is pitching a fit because of
a scuffle with an older sibling or because she didn't get her way gets a look that says, “Now I can nurse you or
you can sit there and scream but I am not fighting this battle for you.”
Because the moms know the difference between need and want. When to hold ‘em,
when to fold ‘em. When to let the tears fall, and when not to. Thank you Kenny Rogers for your invaluable parenting advice.
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| fold. |
But insofar as
eating and sleeping are concerned, prompt, consistent, caring response is seen
as nothing more than meeting a legitimate need in a legitimate way. Zambian
mamas, and this hybrid known as Bana Winnie, will unabashedly choose to meet
that need every time.
What about you? What has worked in your household?
