Sleeping Sherman, Restless Ruby

Longtime readers will remember what a crisis it was to help Ruby to be able to fall asleep on her own. Sleep, for Ruby was a challenge, to say the least. The other day, I decided it was time for Sherman to start learning to fall asleep on his own. So I would swaddle him, put the binky in his mouth, and just pop the binky back in every time he spat it out. Over the course of two or three days, with absolutely no drama, crises, or trips to the ice cream shop so that I can run away from the crying (which would happen no matter what method we used to put her to sleep) Sherman started falling asleep on his own when we put him in the bassinet.

It felt like a small miracle.

This is just one way that Sherman is a very different baby that Ruby was. Ruby was a trial of a baby. She had a hard time with things like falling asleep, and especially when she was a small baby she would wake up and cry for hours at a time. She’s never really gotten the hang of sleeping through the night, although she goes through phases where things are better and phases where things are worse. Sherman’s always been laid back. Falling asleep is a piece of cake for him, nursing was easy for him to learn, and he doesn’t really cry unless he’s hungry or needs a new diaper–a solvable problem.

In short, Sherman is far and away an easier baby.

But one of the interesting things that I’ve noticed in comparing the two, is that it doesn’t matter that one was easier and one was harder, I love them both immeasurably. If Sherman was colicky and needed to be held and rocked and sang to, I would hold him and rock him and sing to him because I love him. A crying baby is very distressing, and it’s simultaneously heart wrenching and insanity inducing to realize that there’s little that you can do to soothe your sweet baby.

Not that I’m complaining, you know, about my sweet, easy Sherman. He’s just not the ball of fire that Ruby has always been.