Well, friends, I’ve come to a decision.
I’m giving up “The Baby Whisperer”.
Have any of you read that book?
If the Baby Whisperer works for you, that is great. It just doesn’t work for me. It only messed me up. Shook my confidence. Stole away my joy. And for some reason, I kept returning to its methods like an abused puppy… sure that I could make it work, confident that The Baby Whisperer was the ultimate authority.
I have since decided against it. I will no longer refer to it. And I will not recommend it. I am not going to force Eva to fit into some Western routine. I am not going to deny her needs to make things more convenient for myself. I am holding her when she needs holding, rocking her when she needs rocking, feeding her when she needs feeding, and putting her down when it is time to put her down. I am trusting in my instincts. I have never met any adults that still need to be rocked to sleep or still need to be held by their parents. Until just very recently there were no “baby books” to learn from. And everyone lived.
Dr. Sears asks, “if babies can’t have needs, then who can?” Our babies are only our babies for so long. I’m not saying I’m going in the total opposite direction and that I’m going to spoil her and give into everything that she wants. But seriously. She’s 2 months old.
Since I decided to relinquish the BW, Eva and I have been living in harmony together. I have felt so happy being a mother. I can’t stop giving her little kisses and telling her how much I love her.
But we miss Daddy, who is away skiing this weekend.