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Get lost Tooth Fairy

Teething isn’t the most fun experience for children or parents. Most people, whether they have kids or not, know this. But, what nobody told me was that once teething starts, IT DOESN’T STOP. Okay, maybe I’m being a little dramatic but my daughter has cut five teeth in the last two months, and four of those were molars. So please forgive me.

To the childless, or those who have children that haven’t started teething yet, it’s hard to comprehend what this mean. Think, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

My child is generally very well natured and is happy to play on her own. But when she’s getting a tooth, watch out! She’s crying one minute, giggling the next, giving me kisses and then pushing me away—and all four of these actions happen within a three minute time span. She wants to be picked up, she wants down, she want up, she wants down.

And what’s worse, I have NO IDEA what sets any of these things off. It’s like some evil tooth fairy came and sprinkled cranky dust all over her.

Oh and sleeping, forget it. We had finally got to a stage where she was sleeping through the night consistently. Just as we were all getting comfortable with this new-found habit, BANG, along comes molar number one and we’re back to getting up at least once a night.

Is this nature’s way of preparing parents for when their kids are teenagers?

Annnddddd, rant over.

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Is it time?

About this time last year I was nearing the end of my pregnancy and I had one nagging question, “how will I know it’s time?”

In my baby class, I was told if it’s too early in your labour — or if you aren’t in labour at all — you’ll be sent home. I didn’t want to be one of those women. But this being my first pregnancy, I had no idea what it would feel like.

I obsessively read anything Google would find on the topic, my midwife described the physical signs, I even (foolishly) watch A Baby Story.  But still, I couldn’t help but ask friends and relatives, “how will I know?”

My sister described it best when we was brutally honest with me. “It feels like you have to take a big crap.”  And she was right. But that was just the beginning.

When my daughter decided it was time to start her trek into the world, there was no mistaking it. My stomach tightened and with it came a dull, tightening  pain in my hips. Within a few hours this random, mild uncomfortableness changed to squeezing pressure in my stomaching and crushing pain in my hips.

So why am I writing about this now? A friend of mine recently had a baby and went to the hospital three times before she was admitted. It made me chuckle because once she was in labour, she knew it. Although I was admitted to the hospital on my “first try”, I could relate to her confusion.

For any moms reading this, you’re probably nodding your head in agreement. How could we have been so foolish to think we wouldn’t know we were in labour?

My baby doesn’t sleep either

It’s been a while, I know. I’ve been a bit busy, a bit tired and just a bit lazy. But I’m back. I’ve been inspired by a blog post a girlfriend sent me today: Sleep Training – A baby’s view.  She swears it was written by our two babies, I think she’s right. I was laughing so hard I almost cried. (I’ve  included the post in italics below)

When you’re pregnant people tell you that most babies start to sleep through the night around three  months. Few people tell you how it really is. Out of the nine babies in my circle of friends–ranging in ages from six to 11 months–only three of them sleep through the night consistently. I’m no mathematician but even I know that certainly isn’t most.

I’ve tried several sleep training methods, I’ve tried letting it ride. I’ve tried different bedtime routines. I’ve tried just about everything. On a good night my dear daughter will sleep for eight hours straight, wake up for a bottle and go back to sleep for four more hours. On a not-so-good night, she’s up every four hours and won’t go back to sleep without being fed. I should add that those “good nights” come around on a monthly basis.

When things get really bad, I start back with the strict sleep training. Things are good for a few days but then they slowly slide.

I’ve decided that while I can encourage her to sleep better, I can’t really teach her. She’s got to figure it out on her own.  According to the all the books, I’m doing everything right. So why does it still feel like I’m doing something wrong?

Sleep Training – A Baby’s View

OK, here’s my situation. My Mommy has had me for almost 7 months. The first few months were great–I cried, she picked me up and fed me, anytime, day or night. Then something happened. Over the last few weeks, she has been trying to STTN (sleep thru the night). At first, I thought it was just a phase, but it is only getting worse. I’ve talked to other babies, and it seems like it’s pretty common after Mommies have had us for around 6 months. Here’s the thing: these Mommies don’t really need to sleep. It’s just a habit. Many of them have had some 30 years to sleep–they just don’t need it anymore. So I am implementing a plan. I call it the Crybaby Shuffle.

It goes like this:

Night 1–cry every 3 hours until you get fed. I know, it’s hard. It’s hard to see your Mommy upset over your crying. Just keep reminding yourself, it’s for her own good.

Night 2–cry every 2 hours until you get fed.

Night 3–every hour.

Most Mommies will start to respond more quickly after about 3 nights.

Some Mommies are more alert, and may resist the change longer. These Mommies may stand in your doorway for hours, shhhh-ing. Don’t give in. I cannot stress this enough: CONSISTENCY IS KEY!! If you let her STTN (sleep through the night), just once, she will expect it every night. I KNOW IT’S HARD! But she really does not need the sleep, she is just resisting the change. If you have an especially alert Mommy, you can stop crying for about 10 minutes, just long enough for her to go back to bed and start to fall asleep. Then cry again. It WILL eventually work. My Mommy once stayed awake for 10 hours straight, so I know she can do it.

Last night, I cried every hour. You just have to decide to stick to it and just go for it. BE CONSISTENT! I cried for any reason I could come up with. My sleep sack tickled my foot. I felt a wrinkle under the sheet. My mobile made a shadow on the wall. I burped, and it tasted like pears. I hadn’t eaten pears since lunch, what’s up with that? The cat said “meow”. I should know. My Mommy reminds me of this about 20 times a day. LOL. Once I cried just because I liked how it sounded when it echoed on the monitor in the other room. Too hot, too cold, just right–doesn’t matter! Keep crying!! It took awhile, but it worked. She fed me at 4am. Tomorrow night, my goal is 3:30am. You need to slowly shorten the interval between feedings in order to reset your Mommies’ internal clocks.

P.S. Don’t let those rubber things fool you, no matter how long you suck on them, no milk will come out. Trust me.

It’s because I’m awesome

Prior to mommyhood, I never gave sleep a second thought. I never really needed a whole lot. Even as a teenager I wasn’t one to sleep in until all hours of the day on a regular basis. But now, I realize just what a precious thing sleep is.

At six months old my little darling still is not sleeping through the night. She’ll give me three and half to five hours of sleep in a row but that’s about it, and even that isn’t on a regular basis. Sleep has been the topic of many conversations at my play dates and mommy groups and everyone seems to have a different opinion of what it is that gets a child to sleep through the night.

“They’ll do it when they are ready,” say some. “They need to learn to self sooth,” say others. Pick them up, don’t pick them up,  let them cry, don’t let them cry, don’t rock, do swaddle –anyone who’s ever had a baby seems to have a book about how to put your kid to sleep. (And I feel like I’ve read them all.)

What I’ve learned is, each of these “proven” techniques don’t work on every baby and it’s also not my fault she isn’t sleeping. I’ve come to the conclusion that yes, I can help her  by making sure she’s fed, is dry, and has the right environment but I can’t actually make her stay asleep. That part is up to her.

Some parents are lucky and their kids seem to figure it out early on. Other parents have to go a while longer before they are getting a full night of shut eye. If you’re in my camp, I just drum it up to the fact that my kid loves me so much she just wants to hang out with me all night long. I guess I’m just that awesome. 🙂

I showed him

It was September 2010 and I was at a friend’s wedding. Everyone at the table had had a few drinks and we were all chatting about our futures–and for a group of gals on the verge of turning 30, marriage and children were taking up a lot of the conversation. It was then that one of the guys at the table turned to me and said, “When you get pregnant, your ass is going to get soooo fat.”

He tried to deliver this doozy with a lighthearted chuckle and followed it up with, “You’ve never been fat, but your not skinny,” as thought that would clarify his first comment.  And, to top it all off, he added, “It’s going to be really hard for you to lose the weight after.”

For those who heard the comments, their jaws dropped. And mine must have too, but for other reasons. He had just verbalized my biggest fears about getting pregnant. I guess after almost 15 years of friendship he felt he should be brutally honest with me.

But I showed him.

I gained 35 pounds when I was pregnant. Admittedly, that was the top end of my healthy weight gain range but it was mostly belly. I stayed active with walking, swimming and yoga until the week before I gave birth and 16 weeks post-baby, I was comfortably back into my pre-baby jeans. And, I let him know.

But really? Who says that! Someone who had clearly had one too many beverages and wasn’t handling it well.

Sleep Interrupted

I’ve been a bit MIA lately, I have no other excuse other than I’ve been tired. I found this little cartoon that explains it perfectly.

My four month old baby has reverted to her newborn sleeping habits — up every two to three hours in the night wanting to eat. Gone are the days when she went four and five hours between feedings. She also doesn’t nap for longer than 30 minutes during the day. She might take three cat naps, if I am lucky. We’re working on adjusting her bedtime routine and getting into a better nap routine but so far, no luck.

She gave me a little tease about a week ago and slept for five hours, but it seems that was only due to her vaccines.

I knew when I got pregnant that uninterrupted sleep would soon be a thing of the past, I just wish someone would have told me sleep during pregnancy is really training for motherhood. I may have been better prepared. All those nights I had to get up two and three times to run to the washroom, now I’m doing the same thing but running to a different room.

I also wish that someone would have mentioned how I would lose patience for people who choose to stay up all night and then complain about the lack of sleep they get. What I wouldn’t give to “only” get six hours of sleep in a row. Yes, I know, I chose to have a baby and therefore have to take the good with the not so awesome but still, its hard not to be slightly envious of those who get the opportunity to sleep uninterrupted. (Okay, rant over.)

I know this will pass but the light at the end of this tunnel is dim right now.

 

 

 

Different but great

I’m going to diverge from the nobody-told-me theme to write a post inspired by Todaysparent.com.

Most mommies I know have significant others who work the typical nine to five-ish day. Some have spouses that work shift work, but even that is Monday to Friday.  At my house the “weekend” is Thursday and Friday right now. In six weeks, it might be Tuesday, Wednesday. We’ll just have to wait and see. When Daddy is away, he’s gone for 18 to 24 hours, but then he generally has three days off a week. ‘Tis the life of a railroader’s wife and child.

The upside of having mid-week days off is that we avoid the after work and weekend crowds when we head out as a family. The downside, there isn’t always a lot to do on weekday afternoon that qualifies as a family fun festivities.

When you mix this irregular yet rigid schedule (trains run on a schedule, he can’t be late and he can’t leave early) with the fact that our closest family members are a three hour drive, it means limited child care options. But that doesn’t seem to limit what we do!

Before becoming a mom, I was a very social person and very physically active. I didn’t see why I needed to give up those things just because I had a baby and have to play “single parent” a few days a week. So, I still go to dinner parties or have dinner out with the girls and simply bring my daughter with me. To keep active (and sane) I found a gym that offers child minding or go for runs with the stroller.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not out whooping it up every night, keeping my infant out until all hours while Daddy is slaving  away, but I try to maintain social interaction with other adults (both with and without kids). Any parent who’s been on leave knows it can be lonely at times.

These seem simple, even logical changes to make to your post-baby life. But yet I’ve found that many mom’s don’t do these things on their own.

I loved the life I had before I had a baby. Having her has only seemed to enhance it. It didn’t end it. I look forward to the spring when she’s big enough to go in the baby seat on the back of my bike or in the summer when we can go camping and boating again. It will be different with a baby, but different isn’t bad.

Now those of you with older children or multiple children may be saying “Just wait…” I recognize this isn’t how it is always going to be. When I go back to work, things will be different and more challenging but I’m confident that we will figure something out. We always do. That’s why we are great.

Now back to my regularly themed blog posts:

The What If Monster
Oh the pressure
Yep, she said that

The What If Monster

What if she’s not healthy? What if she stops breathing? What if I forgot to do up the buckle? What if I forget her in the car when I get to the store?

I had no idea I would become so paranoid when I got pregnant, and I surely didn’t think it would be possible for that  paranoia to increase once the baby came.

When I was pregnant I was much better at reining in these roaming thoughts. “You’re healthy, there have been no issues and there is nothing more you can do, what will happen will happen.” That was the mantra that brought me back to reality when the what ifs started. Now I practically have to slap myself to keep my mind from wandering too far down What If lane.

When we first moved the baby from the bassinet in our room to her own room I had the monitor up full blast and the video function on all night. This completely defeated the purpose of moving her. I got more sleep when she was grunting and farting a foot from my bed! Her room is next to ours and I can hear her as clear as day without the monitor but I insisted on sleeping with it one foot from my head.

In the month she’s been in her own room, I’ve since turn the volume down but I still sleep with the video on.

However, I still can’t go to sleep if checking on her isn’t the last thing I do before I got to bed. I’ve tried checking on her before I start my bedtime primping but it always ends with me laying in bed, looking at the monitor and making my husband hold his breath so I can hear her breath. “Shhhh, you’re breathing too loud! I can’t hear her.”  After a few minutes of straining to hear, I get up and check on her again. I’ve learned to pick my battles with the What If Monster and just make the bedtime sneak peak the last thing I do.

I’ve also pulled over while driving to check on her. It’s too quiet, what’s wrong? Admittedly, I only did this once but have resisted the urge more times than I can count.

I find it amazing that Dads don’t seem to have these issues? Why is this? Are they more rational than Moms?

There should be support groups for this stuff!

Oh the pressure

When I had my baby, I decided to breastfeed for two reasons. The first being the obvious health factor for the baby and the second reason is the sheer cost of formula. The fact that breastfeeding also has a number of benefits for mom’s was a nice consolation but it didn’t weigh heavily in my decision making. However, I vowed I wasn’t going to let the social pressure to breastfeed get to me. I would do what worked for me and the babe.

Nobody told me that most of this “social pressure” was really self inflicted.

When the time came to feed “the natural way”, my newborn and I had some struggles and it felt anything but natural. To start, I couldn’t get her to latch properly (which turned out to be due, in part, to a slight tongue tie) and any woman who’s had latching problems knows the pain that ensues. Feedings were hour long, tear jerking ordeals. For the childless reading this, think of having a purple nurple marathon! OUCH.

It got to the point that I dreaded feeding her. I hoped each whimper or cry could be solved with a diaper change or a pat on the back to get out that last hidden burp. I could feel myself tense up when it was feeding time and often, tears weren’t far behind. But, instead of cracking open the cans of formula that had been graciously mailed to me by the formula companies and giving myself a break and some relief, I plowed through, determined to make this work.

Unfortunately, my determination wasn’t fueled by the right reasons. I wasn’t telling myself, “My baby needs this!” I was thinking that if I can’t breastfeed I’m a failure. And if I can’t do this one simple and natural thing, what else won’t I be able to do.

Six weeks later, she and I finally got everything sorted and started working as a team, so to speak. Breastfeeding wasn’t the painful chore it had been and had finally become the bonding time it’s meant to be.

While there is a lot of encouragement from society as a whole to breastfeed, I never once felt shunned or looked down on when I asked friends or my midwife about bottle feeding and formula. Most of the dirty looks came from the woman in the mirror.

While there is no denying breastfeeding is the best nutritional route for your child, it might not always be best for the both of you. While it may be natural, it’s not easy. As mothers, I think we expect too much from ourselves at times.

I wish someone had warned me about myself.

Yep, she said that

Nobody warned me that people say stupid things to you once they find out about the little bundle of joy you are carrying around. And I mean foot-in-mouth type of things.

For example, when I was just past the sealed-lip  three month mark I started to tell people the official news I received many kudos and well wishes, and a few “I knew it!” remarks that were often followed by a comment about my now ginormous breasts, but there is one comment that I will never forget.

I had just walked into the early stages of a party. There were about 10 people there, all of which I knew but hadn’t seen in a while. I was feeling self conscious of the 10lbs I had gained in the first trimester but trying to not to let on by wearing a sparkly top and leggings. “Hey! Congrats” were the welcoming remarks I got from most of the ladies when I walked in. But there always has to be one person who really doesn’t know what to say and says the wrong thing. In her case it was, “Hey! I totally knew you were pregnant when I saw you last. Your boobs looked huge and your face had really started to fill out.”

When she saw me last, I was at the 11 week mark. I will admit, my boobs did get big fast, but my face? Really? Nobody else seemed to notice and if they did they sure weren’t dumb enough to say something.

Lucky for her, I was so shocked by her comment that I was speechless — not something that happens to me often.

Another great example was when my belly finally popped. Being of short stature, it seemed like my belly was ginormous when in actuality it was measuring textbook size. It just looked over sized for my frame. (For those of you who aren’t aware, your belly and weight is measured at each medical appointment to track how your baby is growing.)

When I was about seven months pregnant, a woman I worked with asked me for the 10th time when I was due. When I told her, she said, “Really? You look like your going to give birth in like, five minutes.” Of course, she added, “You look great, I just thought you were due earlier.”

Ahhh…nice save? No, not really.

Consider yourself warned. People–mostly women actually–will say stupid things to you when you’re pregnant, so start thinking up witty comebacks now.

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