Saturday, August 30, 2008
And...I missed my baby.
Friday, I went to work all day. I created new chart templates, revised my schedule, and did a lot more reading.
And...I missed my baby.
Tuesday, I'm seeing patients. A ton of them. All of them have been waiting 8 weeks or more to get into our clinic. Good thing I'll be keeping busy.
And...I'll probably miss my baby still.
I researched a variety of methods and this is the one I felt the most comfortable with. Pantley is up front, telling parents that her method doesn't produce overnight results and may take weeks to work. It's true. I've talked to a few parents who have tried this method and don't like it because it's "too gentle".
Fortunately, for us, Sam is already a pretty good sleeper, so he just needed a little push to become a better sleeper.
Our sleep plan looks like this:
- We moved bedtime up earlier so he could get more sleep, even though initially, we got less interrupted sleep as parents.
- We have a strict bedtime routine: Bath, books, boob/bottle, bundle (swaddled), and bed. Every night. No matter what.
- I get up to nurse him the first time he wakes up, usually around 1-2am.
After 2 weeks, he is going down very easily and we're putting him down drowsy, but awake. So, we've decided to take the next step.
- Joe is going to put him back to sleep if he gets up after his first feeding, but before 5am.
We tried it last night, both of us getting up together. I nursed him briefly and then handed him over to Joe while Sam was still wide awake. Twenty minutes later, we were all back in our own beds...and slept in until 7am!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
- He used to sleep through Mass, so we try to going during nap time. Now, he is too busy smiling at people and making friends to sleep. But, he's still crabby and sleep-deprived. This Sunday, he smile-frowned-cried-smile-coo-frowned all in the matter of 10 seconds. Ah, bipolar baby.
- He has always loved to be held. Now, he loves being held, but has to wiggle, stand, and jump. My arms are getting a workout!
- Nursing used to be the center of his world. Now, he tries to look around...and takes the boob with him. Less than comfortable, let me tell you!
- Used to love his playmat. Now, can't stand being on his back because he is missing seeing what's going on around him. I can't wait till he can sit up on his own..., but then, I'll probably have something new to mourn then.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Our flight home was long, especially with a tired, cranky baby who wanted to nurse the whole time, capped off with the perfect ending of the airline losing our luggage. Never have I been so glad to see my husband, get a reassuring hug, and share boy-rearing duties! It was a good trip, but I was glad to be back home as well.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
...and the little one said, "Roll over, roll over!"
You know the song, but check it out: Sam's rolling over! So glad I got to see this "first". It makes me a little sad to know I'm going back to work in a little over a week and will probably miss other "firsts".
That afternoon, we took a trip around Balboa Island and Noah even got to drive the boat. Sam decided he was hungry, nursed, and promptly fell asleep, so he missed seeing a sea lion and a crazy kayaker who outpaced our boat.
Noah enjoyed feeding the family of ducks that made daily rounds for bread. I tried to tell Noah they loved the whole-wheat "quackers" he was feeding them, but he just looked at me and said, "No, Ninang...they're crackers." Puns are lost on two year olds, I guess.
Sadly, our trip ended all too soon. We flew in the wee hours of morning to Salt Lake City, where we left Joe and Sam and I continued onto Seattle for the next leg of our vacation. More about that later...
Monday, August 18, 2008
So, Friday morning, we stocked up on some formula so my fat baby wouldn't starve and Joe and I headed out for our first full day sans Sam. I packed my breast pump so I could keep up my supply and also, not suffer from too much engorgement throughout the day. Disneyland has an awesome nursing/pumping station with friendly staff, so pumping was very comfortable.
Our date lasted a full 8 hours and it was wonderful to be "kids again" together. We rode rides with childlike glee and ate fun treats like ice cream, cotton candy, and frozen lemonade (kids don't diet, right?). We even took in a few shows, watching a jazz group and a bluegrass group, while eating yet more ice cream.
However, a few things reminded us that we were still parents after all:
1. We couldn't stop talking about our baby.
2. At each ride, we closely examined the multiple varieties of strollers parked near the gates. Strollers of every shape, form, and color. We took pictures on our cell phones and then compared and analyzed the pros and cons of each while waiting in line.
3. Joe wanted to check out Toon Town for a future trip with Sam and we began to tenatively plan to return in a couple of years.
4. We couldn't stop talking about our baby.
After a day full of fun with my husband, I sat down to pump one last time and was overwhelmed with a wave of missing my baby. Suddenly, I needed to get home to him and couldn't get there fast enough. When we got back to Aunt Rose's house, he was happily being held by his Lala and his capable babysitters had taken pictures of him all day so I could see what he'd been up to without me. He had a fun day of shopping, a bath, and lots of cuddle time...and didn't mind the formula (although his mother certainly minded the yucky formula-poop diapers).
More about our vacation to come...
Sunday, August 17, 2008
So, again, always gate-check your carseat.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Just letting you know that this blog will be on hiatus for the next week. Why? We're going on vacation.
First stop: Salt Lake City tonight and onto the greater LA area tomorrow to visit my godmother. Mom and Amy are meeting us there and we're going to paint the town...well, as much as you can with a 2 year old, 2 month old, and a pregnant-with-twins sister.
Next stop: Seattle for a few days at Deanna's!
Then, home again, to get back to the rigors of preparing to go to work.
Monday, August 04, 2008
Am I babying him too much?
Am I pushing him too hard?
Will rocking or nursing him to sleep lead to a life filled with disordered sleep?
On the other hand, will crying it out make it impossible for him to trust, leading to a life filled with failed relationships or a life of deviant behavior???
What's a mother to do??
And, so, I must take a step back and realize what a wise woman once told me: Relax. By the time they go to kindergarten, everyone is potty trained, everyone is weaned, and everyone sleeps in their own bed.
So, because it feels the best, I have become an attachment parent (although prior to pregnancy, I swore I never would be one). I pick him up whenever he cries, I nurse him on demand, and I hold him during his naps during the day time.
However, because God's given us an easy going child, I am pleased with progress in certain areas (although, I cannot take any credit for them):
1. Sam sleeps almost through the night at the age of 2 1/2 months old. He wakes up once usually...on a bad night he wakes up twice.
2. He naps for one nap in his crib in the morning (albeit only for 30-45 minutes); and he falls asleep for this nap WITHOUT being nursed.
3. He's a smiley, happy kid who stops crying as soon as he is picked up and held.
Of course, if later in life he should happen to develop an unnatural obsession with boobs, continue to balk at tummy time, or need to be rocked to sleep when he's in college....well, I'm not taking credit for those things either.