Updated: Apr 2, 2020

I want to start off by saying that this post is about ME, and MY personal experience. I am sharing my story because I wish I saw more of this specific perspective after my daughter was born. None of this is, in any way, a judgement or condemnation of mothers who choose to sleep train. I strongly believe that only YOU know what's best for YOUR child.

When I was still pregnant, I read a book by the Popcaks called Parenting with Grace: Catholic Parent's Guide to Raising (almost) Perfect Kids. In the chapters about babies, they discuss why they are against sleep training. They argue that, contrary to what the majority of sleep books and consultants tell you, you cannot teach a baby to "self soothe." In the same way that you cannot teach an infant to walk, crawl or speak before they are developmentally ready, you can't teach a baby sleep to sleep through the night. It's true that if you leave a baby to cry for periods of time, he will eventually stop crying and be quiet at night. But this isn't "self soothing," the Popcaks write. It is learned helplessness. He learns that when he cries, no one will come. He lies in silence instead of voicing his distress.

This made a lot of sense to me. Even before my baby was born, it broke my heart to think of my child lying alone, crying with no one to comfort him or her. I decided I would not implement any kind of sleep training.

Fast forward to October 2019. I got hit with a nasty flu that lasted over two weeks. I slogged through fatigue, pounding headaches, congestion and a sore throat that wouldn't go away. During all of this, Matthew was working long hours, leaving the apartment at 5:30 AM and coming home any time between 6-7PM. I got mastitis twice. My milk supply dropped and my letdown didn't come for a whole day. Then, the cherry on top...Genevieve hit the 4 month sleep regression at 3.5 months.

I cried all day, every day. I went to bed feeling almost paralyzed with fear of what the next day would bring, and woke up feeling exhausted and hopeless. Genevieve would only sleep if I spent over 20 minutes rocking her, and then she only napped for another 30 if I was lucky. I was getting no rest, so I was staying sick. I didn't know what to do. I asked several moms for help, and they were all so kind, giving words of encouragement, advice and tips on what they did and what worked for them. I read books and articles online. Everything seemed to agree; I needed to let my baby cry. I felt helpless and like there was something wrong with me. Where were those maternal instincts I was supposed to have, that feeling of "I know what's best for my baby"?

A friend recommended a sleep program, and I looked into it. It seemed gentle enough, so we bought it. Its main focus was on giving the baby a proper amount of awake time, so that she would be tired enough to sleep. It also gave tips on how to gently wean babies off of sleep crutches like rocking, so that we could just lay her in her crib and she'd sleep by herself.

It worked reasonably well. Genevieve started napping semi consistently, and I felt a little more sane. She still woke up several times at night, but since I wasn't ready to wean her off of her pacifier, I lived with it.

There was a trade off, though. I felt like I was chained to her sleep program. I woke her up at the exact same time every morning, and if she woke up early, I'd spend an hour, sometimes two, desperately trying to get her back to sleep. Her naps were at the exact same time, on the dot. If I let her oversleep or missed the nap time by a few minutes, I would start to panic. If she didn't nap as long as she was supposed to or needed to be rocked or cuddled to sleep, I worry that I'd done something horribly wrong. I missed sleeping with and cuddling my baby, but was terrified that if I did, she'd never be able to sleep without me.

And then she started waking every 2 hours again. I didn't understand why, I never ever rocked her or nursed her to sleep, she always went down awake. I couldn't figure out why she needed to nurse back to sleep at night and it made me feel like a failure.

In January, Genevieve got her first fever. She was restless at night and slept a lot during the day. Strangely, I didn't mind at all. It was tiring, of course, trying to console a sad, sick baby. But I enjoyed the freedom of throwing her sleep schedule out the window. My baby needed all the sleep she could get, so I stopped waking her up from naps or worrying if she didn't sleep longer than 45 minutes.

Her fever broke after three days, then I got sick. Luckily, my brother was already in town to pick me up and take the baby and I to spend a week with my family. But I was exhausted again. Genevieve started waking up in the middle of the night...and staying awake. I didn't (and still don't) know if it was a cold, teething, growing pains, but nothing I did seemed to help. Some time between 9:30PM to 2AM, she'd wake up crying. Before, I'd nurse her and she'd go right back to sleep. Now, she'd lie awake, either fussing and squirming or just happily talking to herself. Usually a mix of both. There was always a point where she'd start crying inconsolably and wouldn't even nurse. That was when my mom would come in and ask if she could do anything. I told her no, what could she do?

I was miserable again, feeling like I was constantly holding back tears. My mom got worried. She took me aside and said I needed to get some rest. She suggested that I sleep on the guest bed in the basement, while she stayed with Genevieve during the night.

I started to cry. I told her I couldn't possibly leave my baby, it would feel like I'd abandoned her. My mom assured me that she would be right there, comforting her. Genevieve wouldn't be left alone. But I needed to sleep.

I asked if we could give it one more night, and see how things went. My mom agreed.

That night was possibly the worst one yet. Genevieve cried and cried, and no amount of rocking or tylenol or attempts at nursing would settle her. The next evening, after a lot of crying, I went to sleep in the basement with a huge pit in my stomach. I couldn't sleep, all I could think about was my baby. Was she okay? Was my mom okay? Did they need me? I kept checking my phone for a text from my mom. We had agreed that I would go up once that night to feed the baby, and I did go around 3AM. I asked mom how it was going, she said just fine. I went downstairs and slept a little.

The next morning, I went up at 8 and Genevieve was, by some miracle, still asleep. I asked mom how the night was, she said the baby woke up several times, but never cried more than 20 minutes. We repeated this process for the next couple of days, and she got a little better every night.

When I went home, we had Genevieve on a mattress next to the bed, with Matthew closest to her so he could settle her when she woke up. For whatever reason, she started waking up more and more as time went on. We tried to see if she'd go back to sleep, but usually I ended up having to nurse her after an hour or two of listening to her cry.

It all seemed pointless, listening to her wail for hours, neither of us sleeping, until I ended up giving in anyway. Once again, I felt like a failure; either too ignorant to fix my baby, or too weak to let her cry it out.

Around this time, I came across the website Raised Good. It was full of articles about baby sleep, but not the stuff I was used to reading. This blog, like the Popcak's book, argues that there is nothing inherently "wrong" with a baby waking at night; in fact, it's completely normal! And it's normal that I, her mother, want to comfort her. I wasn't weak, I wasn't lazy...I was a good mom. I had allowed the cultural norm of needing to "fix" my baby's sleep dictate my entire mindset. I let it consume me.

It took some time, but once I broke out of my sleep obsession, it was like a switch was flipped. I accepted that my daughter wakes up at night, and that's just how it is right now. I stopped checking the time every time she started to fuss, or count how many times I nursed her before morning. Our daily nap routine became more relaxed; it varies now, depending on when she wakes up in the morning, how tired she is, or how long she napped. I never wake her up during the day.

She sleeps with us again. It just makes more sense to me; instead of letting her cry for hours at a time, I nurse her when she wakes up and we both go right back to sleep. She's right next to me all night, so there's almost no effort on my part. Sometimes she wakes up a lot and I'm tired in the morning, other nights she wakes once or twice. Overall, I'm happy. I just wish I'd gotten to this point sooner, instead of wasting months and months doubting myself.

I love sleeping with my baby. There's just something about curling up next to my little girl, listening to her quiet breathing, that melts away the anxiety and doubt that's pressing on my chest. I snuggle in next to her and feel completely content.

Sometimes I start to worry, "Should she be sleeping on her own? When should I move her to her own bed or room?"

Here's the thing though; there is no should.

There is only what works, for you and for your baby. Right now, co-sleeping is what's best for us. That could change at any point, and that's okay! The only consistency in babies is that there isn't any. In the end, I know she'll sleep independently at some point. She will be a big girl and she won't need me next to her at night. I don't know when, and I'm fine with that. All I know is it will be when she and I are ready.

In late December last year I decided to try going "no 'poo." I tried it once, when I was about 15 but gave up pretty quickly. My hair was perpetually greasy, the baking soda rinse made it feel weird and I loathed the lingering smell of the apple cider vinegar.

About 3 months postpartum, my hair started to shed like crazy (moms, you know the struggle). I knew it was normal, but my scalp also started to react to my shampoo and it was itching a ton. I didn't want to spend a bunch of money on a more "natural" brand, a) because it's so expensive and b) I wasn't convinced it would make a difference. So I decided to try ditching shampoo again. I also knew that if I wanted to stick with it, I'd have to do a lot more reading first. I knew I didn't want to use baking soda and vinegar again, so I looked into alternative hair washing methods. I learned that the ph balance of what you use is very important! Baking soda is too alkaline and vinegar is too acidic to use on hair. And combining them is no good. You can read all about it here, I found the article super helpful and I loosely base my new hair washing method on what I read in it. I decided to give soap nuts a try, since that's what was recommended. I bought a bag of them at bulk barn and did some experimenting.

My first few attempts involved just boiling 5 shells or so in some water for a few minutes. The blog that I linked above has some recipes for hair wash, but I kinda wanted to try doing my own thing before going out and buying a bunch of stuff I didn't currently have. I let the liquid cool, and poured it in my hair while I showered. The results were...not great. My hair felt like I'd rubbed half a bottle of styling cream in it, it had a weird residue and looked super greasy. I initially dismissed this as the dreaded "detox" phase of ditching shampoo, but after a solid month, I decided something needed to change.

I read that harder water can leave a heavy residue in hair that isn't being shampooed, so I bought a water softener for my shower head. Sadly, this did not make a difference.

I then read another blog post (that I can't find now) about combining citric acid with the soap nut liquid if you have hard water. I squeezed half a lemon into the soap liquid and gave that a try.

The result was amazing. My hair felt clean and similar to how it felt when I used shampoo, minus the awful awful itching! I've now been using this super simple recipe for a little over a month, and I love it. My hair loss has lessened considerably, my head doesn't itch, my hair has a bit more wave to it and it's so much cheaper than buying shampoo!

If you're interested in giving it a try, here's what I do.

Ivania's Soap Nut Hair Wash

You will need:

3 ish cups of water (unfiltered is better if you have it)

4-5 soap nut shells

Half a lime or lemon

3-4 drops of essential oils of your choice (I love rose and lavender)

A small pot

A sieve


  • Put the shells and water in the pot and bring it to a boil. Once it's boiling, reduce it to a simmer and leave it for 30+ minutes, but watch that it doesn't all evaporate! I usually take it off once there's about a cup of liquid left.

  • Let cool. Remove the shells (I like to squeeze them out first). Add the lime or lemon juice.

  • Strain the liquid through the sieve, into a small measuring cup or a peri bottle (something that makes it easy to pour over your hair).

  • Add your desired essential oils.

Use within 24 hours. You can try making a larger batch and store it in the fridge for up to a week. I don't do this, because I try to only wash my hair once a week, so there's not much point.

To use, Wet your hair in the shower or bath. Pour the soap mix onto your scalp and massage it in for a minute or two. Leave it in for about ten minutes, then rinse it out, scrubbing your scalp well with your fingertips as you rinse.

That's it! If you're only just starting to go no 'poo, you may not find it does much right away. I recommend committing to a solid month or two before you give up! If, after that time, your hair is still super greasy, you may want to try playing around with the recipe. Every head of hair is different and you'll need to do a bit of trial and error to see what works best for you.

If you have a DIY hair cleanser you love, I'd love to hear about it! My goal is to eventually replace all of my store-bought products with affordable, home-made ones. So far I've got;

  • Shampoo

  • Face Cleanser

  • Moisturizer

  • Toner

  • Deodorant

I will do individual posts at some point and then link them here.

I'm still wanting to add:

  • Perfume

  • Lip Balm

  • Shaving Cream

  • Toothpaste

If you have recipes for the above, please send them to me! I love trying out new stuff.



  • Ivania

Updated: Mar 24, 2020

Hello, I'm Ivania. Here is a paragraph of fun facts about myself!

I met my husband when I was 16, we started dating when I was 18, got married 10 days after I turned 21. I had my sweet daughter Genevieve when I was 22. We're Catholic. I was born and raised in a small town in southern Alberta. I briefly lived in Halifax, NS and I was crazy homesick. I'm the oldest of 7, 5 of whom are boys. I first started blogging when I was 11 (click here to go have a chuckle at my first attempt!) When I was little I hated being outnumbered, and now I love having so many brothers. I don't have much of a sweet tooth. I could cut out desserts fairly easily, but if I had to stop eating potato chips, I think I'd die. I hate winter...which is fun, because it lasts about 9 months of the year here. I'd rather be too hot than too cold. My favourite colour is burgundy. My favourite smell is roses, and summer air first thing in the morning. I really hate slow walkers. The only sports I really enjoy are ultimate frisbee and bouldering. I love board games but I'm really not competitive...I don't really care about winning so much as the fun quality time! My favourite books are Little Women, The Mysterious Benedict Society and The Horse and His Boy. I have a birthmark on my knee shaped like a maple leaf.

My entire life turned upside down when I became a mother. One of the biggest things I've discovered is how quickly time flies, things change, and how important it is to me to be able to remember this time in our lives. That is, in a nutshell, why I'm starting this blog; a way to document my journey as a mother and wife, and the lessons I learn on the way.