Sleep Through the Static

An appropriate title for the newest addition to my CD collection (Jack Johnson’s latest).  I picked it up a couple months ago when my sister and I made the road trip to house hunt.  But, instead of spending the drive jamming out to our new tunes, we spent most of the trip listening to static on the radio as loud as we could stand it.  Why?  Because it made Kendall shut up and fall asleep.  Ever since then, I’ve spent countless hours listening to static, vacuums and hair dryers in an effort to drown out and eventually stop the relentless screaming.  People say, “how can you STAND to listen to that noise?”.   I tell them, “because it drives me a little less crazy than listening to my kid’s non-stop wailing…. just a little…. and I’ll take that little bit of sanity right now.”

We discovered Kendall’s love for the monotonous hum of a hair dryer on the house hunting trip when he was a little over 4 weeks old.  My sister was soothing Kendall one morning as I was blow drying my hair.  As soon as I turned the dryer off, he began his level 10 scream, so Kelly quickly yelled at me to turn it back on.  I did…. and it worked!  He stopped!  The next day, after a too early in the morning to get up feeding, we tried it again, and it lulled him back to sleep.  We left the dryer hanging from the bathroom wall and all dozed off.  My sister jumped out of bed 30 minutes later terrified that we were about to blow the place up.  Luckily Kendall had finally drifted deep enough to not notice and we all managed to get a bit more sleep that morning.

Since that joyous discovery, we have used the hair dryer and the vacuum more than once (those dust buster types are great…. so portable!), but the problem is you can’t leave them on for too long, and many times when I think Kendall is down for good and it’s safe to turn them off (and I’m starting to wonder if I smell smoke) he wakes with a fiery pissed-off-ness the moment I shut it off.  So we tried static on the radio.  It worked okay.  It was our only option while in the car.  But that radio just ain’t like it used to be.  We couldn’t drive more than 5 miles without picking up something on our obscure static channel we searched so hard for.  The drive from VA to TX was filled with a lot of channel surfing… and NOT for a good top 40 station.

Now, people have suggested that I get a white noise machine, and I do have one for him that has been referred to by many moms as “baby crack” which plays the noises  of a heartbeat, rainstorm, ocean waves, and lullabies, but it’s not Kendall’s thing.  My kid has a thing for appliances.

I finally had a revelation a couple weeks ago after pondering how to record the sound of our vacuum to play off our radio in an effort to avoid an electrical fire.  The solution was so simple that I felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner.  I ran to the computer, pulled up Itunes and searched for vacuum sounds.  What do you fucking know?!  There is a WHOLE CD of appliance noises dedicated to helping babies sleep!  For $1.98 I downloaded the noise of a vacuum and the noise of a hair dryer (about 5 minutes each).  I burned three CDs – one for each car and one for the house.

So on our 10 hour drive to St. Louis last weekend I made sure to bring the new CD.  We listened to that damn thing probably 7 out of the ten hours, and the majority of the way back home.  I may have the blaring hum of the hair dryer stuck in my head for the next 10 years, but it was better than flipping back and forth between radio stations trying to avoid random tidbits of Polka and Tejano that would come through.  Now, I wish I could tell you that this was the magic potion that stopped him from crying every time, but I could not be so lucky.  We still had to jiggle his carseat to get him to settle down, and only when we could get him nice and sleepy did the noises work, but it was worth it for that small little bit of sanity we could reclaim.

12 weeks 3 days old

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Prisoner in my own home

OMG!  I’m never going to be able to leave this house!  I am sick and tired of being stuck here, but Kendall merely needs to brush against the fabric of the infant car seat to be set off into a complete wail.  He HATES it.  Granted, he has spent an extreme amount of time in there the last couple months with all the cross country driving we’ve been doing.  I don’t blame him.  I want to cry when we get in the car too sometimes.  But this just SUCKS!  I feel like I can’t go anywhere because who really wants to be toting around a screaming baby? I had to shout out my order three times today in the Starbucks drive through to be heard over his hysterical fit.

If he is not screaming, he’s sleeping, and the only way to get him to go to sleep is to jiggle the car seat.  I have to crane my arm behind my back and VIGOROUSLY jiggle the carseat until he dozes off.  Actually, jiggling is the only way to get this kid to sleep anywhere these days.  Screw “calming” and “soothing” vibrations!  I need bouncy seats that sh….errrr…jiggle my kid(don’t want to get reported to CPS by mentioning the “sh…” word).  And someone seriously needs to invent a jiggling infant car seat.  When Scott is driving it’s not so bad since we can take turns (just like we take turns jiggling him in the bouncy seat as he lays in it in between us in bed at night…sometimes I try to get him to sleep in the pack and play by our bed, but I think it’s going to fall apart if I jiggle it anymore….as I type this, I have him in the bouncy seat on the floor with one foot jiggling him), but when it’s just me with Hailey and Kendall in the car I get exhausted after one block.  And I’m sure you can imagine just how unsafe this scenario is.  Not only are carseats not supposed to jiggled for a reason, but I’m fighting veering all over the road while doing it.  Meanwhile, Hailey is yelling “KenDALL!  What is your PROBLEM?!”  Instantly, my supposed exciting escape from this box filled, Easter colored house turns into a giant headache.  I dread putting him in the car as much as I used to dread breastfeeding him.  I know it’s necessary, but I don’t have to be happy about it. The icing on the cake is even if I do succeed at getting him to fall asleep, he awakes the moment my speedometer goes below 40.

The worst thing is now he associates getting into anything with a harness (like his extremely cute/cool/expensive Quinny Buzz stroller) with whatever sort of disdain he has for his carseat.  That means that this pricey stroller that I HAD to have has basically become worthless at this point.  I have hope for when he gets a little bigger and can ride face forward in the stroller seat, but snapping his infant seat into the frame right now is out of the question.  The only way I get this kid around now is in my supercalifreakingfanfukcingtastic Moby Wrap.  I never thought a piece of fabric the length of Interstate 35 could bring me such happiness, or that I would be so willing to spend an additional $40 on another long ass strip of fabric.  I realize my mistake.  I should have skipped the expensive stroller and just gone for lots of super cute wraps – one to match every outfit!  I only have a black one now, but I covet this one on Etsy by seller Loveyduds.  (And now I realize I’m going to have to buy it soon before one of you gets to it first!)

Hmm…this just made me think of another entry I need to write…

10 weeks old

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Oh, honey…I feel your pain.

I had to laugh a few minutes ago when I checked out my Sitemeter.  It shows me all the links that people click on that lead them here.  Most of the time it’s posts on TheNest.com or Google readers, but every now and then it will turn up a little gem like this.  See, it also shows me the specific Google searches that lead to people finding my blog via search engine.  Sometimes it’s searches for something actually rabies related, sometimes it’s for searches about cervical mucus and ovulation and crap, but this is the search that linked me up tonight -

(exact wording, capitals and all)

HOW DO I GET MY 1MONTH OLD TO STOP  SCREAMING IN THE CAR

Oh how I wish my blog held the answer for you….I really do.  Unfortunately, I think we could search the entirety of the internet and Google would never be able to help us with this predicament.

6 weeks 2 days

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What is your malfunction???!!!!!

Stop crying…just stop…stop… please…. PLEASE STOP… just 30 minutes…. I just want a shower…. please…. stop…. STOP!!!!   Have you officially lost your mind when you are negotiating out loud with a 2 week old?  I have lost it.  I am insane.  I have done this to myself.  What do you want?!

You are changed, you are burped, you are warm, you have napped, you just ate 1.5 hours ago…but wait, let me guess… you are hungry AGAIN!  Ugh.  Seriously?  I have a whole new respect for dairy cattle.  You do know these boobs are mine, right?  That’s right buddy, always have always will be mine.  They are merely on loan to you.  So I would treat them with a little more respect if I were you.  I don’t know what the hell you do to make my nipples burn so bad.  Do you know I want to cry just THINKING about the next time I have to pop these babies into your mouth (which is clearly lined with razor blades)?  I thought breastfeeding is supposed to be a loving, bonding experience, not cruel and unusual punishment.

And could you just, for one freaking day, be unhappy when you are on your father’s watch (however brief that may be)?  Is it seriously necessary to CRY all night long until you pass out from exhaustion at 3 in the morning?  Can you not get this out of your system from 5 to 7 pm?! I think your dad thinks I’m a lunatic, or that I’m weak, or both.  Well, he has to believe me because I make sure I call him every damn time you are shrieking while he’s gone to offer him evidence of why I’m such a raging bitch when he’s home.

I thought I could escape this cave today.  That we could all have a nice outing.  I timed it perfectly.  2 hours of freedom between feedings.  Ballet class for Hailey…. FAIL.  The last one was LAST week, which we would have known if we actually remembered to take her to it last week.  Okay, so we’ll go get some ice cream at DQ instead… FAIL. I left my wallet at home.  Go home to get wallet.  Back to the store.  You aren’t asleep anymore.  You are now getting fussy.  It’s only been 1 hour and 15 minutes since your last feeding.  I change your very dirty diaper.  Still not happy.  Head to Whole Foods in search of a new water bottle… FAIL.  You are screaming too loud to even try to look for anything.  I notice other new moms with fussy babies.  They are so sweet to them.  They rock them gently and the baby stops.  They sweetly talk to them and push them out to the car to go home. I am looking at you saying, “That is enough.  Seriously.  I don’t know what you want.  You have no reason to be crying.  Please stop.  I’m not going to listen to it anymore.”  I realize I sound like such an idiot/incompetent parent.  I quickly head back to the car. Hailey still wants ice cream.  I feel bad she’s had to listen to all this and didn’t get to go to ballet.  We head to McDonalds for shakes.  You are screaming so loud that the lady can’t even hear my order.  I am crying in line for milkshakes at McDonalds.  I get home.  Scott meets us outside to help get you out of the car.  I have called ahead for back up.  Of course, you have STOPPED FUCKING CRYING!!  I feed you.  I don’t even eat the milkshake I got for myself because it’s dairy and it’s chocolate – two things that supposedly turn you into the demon child.  See?  I have given up chocolate and ice cream for you!  Please be nicer to me.

NOW you decide to nap.  Now that you can go lay down with your dad.  I want to go nap with you, but it’s not even worth the 30 minutes of sleep I will get before you will inevitably decide you want to eat AGAIN.  Disrupted sleep is worse than no sleep sometimes.  It is a form of torture to only let someone sleep 2 hours at a time.

18 days old

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