I don't want to make the statement that Gabe takes daytime naps now. I'm afraid that if I write it, he'll stop.
For the first four months of his life, the kid never slept during the day for longer than thirty minutes at a clip. King of the cat naps, we called him.
Starting last week, I decided I would swaddle the crap out of him, place him in a dark nursery, and turn the white noise machine as loud as it could go. As soon as I see one eye rub, I take him upstairs to his crib.
Bingo.
He's not consistently napping; no routine or anything, but there have been a handful of one-plus hour naps since I started the magical combination stated above.
Probably because I just stated that he is starting to nap now, he will choose not to do so tomorrow. Alas. It was nice while it lasted.
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