For the first several months of Evan’s life, I found it nearly impossible to scrape up any semblance of routine. He was definitely NOT a good sleeper (not at night, anyway) and meals came around the clock. Most nights we didn’t even try to get in bed until 1:00 a.m., if not later. Life seemed like one big exhausting blur of diaper changes and crying fits. He was colicky at first, too, which meant that he was generally happy until time for most normal folks to start thinking about going to bed, and then BOOM–horrific screaming throughout the night.
The colic finally faded, but a routine was still hard to find. I’m not sure when it happened, or how, but eventually things started falling into place. Most days now, Evan’s routine follows a pretty predictable pattern. I know when he’s going to wake up, when he will need to eat and when he’ll be ready for his naps. My ultimate goal over the course of my day is to have him ready to get into bed at 9:00 p.m.
I never could have fathomed that I would be so thrilled and proud of having my child in a good routine. It makes me feel accomplished. I love being able to place him in bed at the same time every night. It’s also pretty darn amazing to have a couple of hours to relax before getting into bed myself. It makes ALL the difference in my mental well-being!