
REUBEN SEMPLE JONES
THE MAO TSE TUNG YEARS
It's 12.30 AM. A silent night - just the hum of the computer fan & a plane out of Luton Airport heading south-east. Reuben's finally asleep again, flat on his back in Ecce Homo position in his cot.
When he wakes & cries, flailing his arms & cranking his head around, clearly with no sense of where he is, I wonder again at the majority view that you should leave them to sob in order to train them into acceptable sleep patterns. What kind of culture counsels neglect of the sobbing baby so as to inculcate a regime of sleep that is 'acceptable', 'appropriate'? After 9 months of broken nights & somnambulant days we're still prepared to usher away whatever night demons afflict a pre-verbal baby. If so much of 'child rearing' (another hideous phrasing) is damage limitation, then it must start here at this most crucial phase.
And so to bed...
1:45:34 AM
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