For crying it out loud! Synapses must be formed

5 07 2011

Sidney sucks on her finger for a moment before she pokes it
onto my nose. She has a grin on her face and I know it will be another long
night getting her to fall asleep.

She proceeds to jump up and down on her knees a couple
times. Her organic sleep sack is stretched tight from the way she is sitting.
She rolls onto her back and plays with the zipper.  “Vroot, vroot.”

She practices her cow sounds. Or possibly elephant sounds. I’m not quite sure which animal she is imitating.

She proceeds to untie my pink and green paisley pajama
drawstrings from the Pottery Barn. She looks pleased with herself.

I let her poke, bounce, roll and babble for thirty minutes
or so. I’ve learned to let her expend her energy before the sleep gods make
their final descent. (That is, after another round, or two, or three of

“Dear, I’m telling you, you need to let her cry it out.” My father tells me this over

dinner the prior night. His girlfriend chimes in with agreement.

Perhaps I should make them read articles on the development
of a baby’s brain; how the developing brain from birth to age three forms
synapses essential for language, emotions, thought etc. at a rapid rate of
millions per second. These synapses
are molded by experience and practice. [i]

The practice of crying it out, in theory, must form
synapses. In Sidney’s case, crying it out would equate to hours upon hours of
screaming, wailing, sobbing and choking. I frankly refuse to entertain the idea
and shudder to think what type of synapses form from this practice.

Sidney cries and fusses enough despite her nearly 24 hour
attachment to me, with the exception of a two or three hour window after
putting her down to sleep at night before I join her so that I can eat, clean and
perhaps even watch a DVR’d episode Desperate Housewives  (this is major

progress in case you’re wondering). I don’t need to add any unneeded stress to our lives.

Teething, which I have recently decided is the work of the devil, results in enough
unneeded stress with its occasional scream-as-if-dying-by-being-stabbed night
awakenings. I just hope she gets a tooth soon from this devilish torture.




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