Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Raising a baby requires energy, effort, and sleep deprivation. As parents, we don't have a lot of extra time, so we started the habit of showering every other day. When I went back to work, I felt like washing, drying, and flat-ironing my hair ate up precious time that I use sleeping, so I tried to minimize my hairwashing to every 2-3 days.
Tonight, while we were bathing the boy, I was talking about showering and realized I couldn't remember the last time I showered. Neither could Joe.
Moral of the story: If you can't remember the last time you showered, you're overdue.
**Stay tuned. I think I'm going to start a new regular column with the Sandman Chronicles: our sleep training plan in progress.
Monday, September 29, 2008
When I got up to feed Sam at 3am, I drowsily settled back in my nursing chair, trying to catch some sleep and get him back to sleep as soon as possible. Suddenly, I heard...
BUMP, scratch, scratch
BUMP, scratch, scratch
I went to investigate and found Doc, who had locked himself in the guest room and was frantic to get out. (This wouldn't be the first time this has happened). If you've met Doc, you know he doesn't deal well with anxiety. So, to cope with all his frantic energy, he began to run through the house, dancing and play-bowing around.
All of this activity woke up Schatzi, who is, of course, always ready to party and responded to Doc's dancing in kind. Now, I'm fine with my two dogs playing and wrestling...just NOT at 3 AM! And not when they could wake up Sam.
So, I tried to calm Doc down and ended up sitting down with Doc and just petting him until he relaxed...then, I ended up taking him into our bed and holding him until he fell alseep.
I was stroking his head so he would fall asleep, I thought:
Some days, it's like I have three kids.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
This is for Rae, who's having a hard week and needed a little something to make her smile. Sam's coordination is quite comical, but this is what happens when your myelin isn't yet mature.
Pink spoon, pink chair...I know he's a boy, but he's got cheap parents and all the consignment store stuff is for girls apparently.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
So, we set off on our hike. Same hike as before...only this time:
1. We knew where we were going.
2. Joe packed the boy.
3. It was about 60 degrees and windy.
It was Sam's first time in the backpack. I thought he would be cold, start to fuss and want to be held. You can tell by the picture...I was wrong. He cooed and babbled...maybe narrating the sights we saw on our journey?...until eventually, as happens to all babies, he fell asleep.
Schatzi had a great time. She ran around, sniffing the ground, pointed, and chased random scents, pretending to be a bird dog. We used to have high hopes for her hunting prowess. Now, she points bugs and barks at horses...really, it's a good thing we're already attached to her.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
So, we called in some trusty baby-sitters: my mom-friend, LeAnne, and her dad, Jimmy. I was leaving Sam with a nurse practitioner and an experienced parent, so it helped with my new-mom crazies...a little. And Joe and I went out for a romantic evening out for "dinner and dancing" as the invitation promised. We sat with two couples who also have young children and enjoyed our time out. We danced a few dances, but the party broke up around 8:30p, so we headed back home to relieve our crew. And, I missed my baby.
- He fell asleep well before bedtime and had to be woken up.
- He cried during his entire bath.
- He didn't want to put on his pajamas.
- He didn't want to read any books.
- The bottle dribbled all over his pajamas...and, as before, he didn't want to put on a new set.
But, by the time we got home, he was sound asleep. LeAnne said one of two things would happen:
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
She turns around and digs in a plastic bag. Eventually, she pulls out a gladware container.
I immediately start silently praying, "Please don't let it be poop. Please don't let it be poop."
Fortunately, it's not poop. But, she opens the container and pulls out sheets of bloody toliet paper, but that's not what she wants to show me. She digs and digs through the toliet paper until she finds a blood clot the size of a plum. "There! I wanted to show you so you'd know I'd been bleeding a lot."
Trust me...I'll just take your word for it.
Sam stopped sleeping through the night, but has been a little better about sleep over the last week. Joe has truly stepped up to being a dad and is pitching in on night shift duty as well, which helps a lot. Joe puts him to bed at 7:30p and is on duty until 10:30p. Then, I feed him and am on duty until 5am. Then, Joe takes Sam from 5-7am. So..we're all getting some sleep as we adjust, but things are still a little fuzzy.
Joe: How did Sam sleep last night?
Jen: Pretty well. I would have put him back to bed at 4am, but it was so cold in his room and the space heater wouldn't work. I kept fiddling with the thermostat, but finally gave up and brought him to bed with us.
Joe (looking at the heater): Um, did you try plugging it in?
Yep, we're stupider now.
Monday, September 15, 2008
In past years, to celebrate, we've:
1. stayed at a bed and breakfast
2. gone out to a romantic dinner
3. traveled to a cousin's wedding
4. went to Europe.
This year, we watched TV together while Sam napped. When he woke up, we took him with us out to lunch. Not most elaborate celebration ever, but one that truly reflects our current state of being.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Please bring money for wedding gift to Wendy.
His boss is getting married and apparently, Joe has repeatedly forgotten to chip in. I wanted to pin the money to his shirt and send him back to his secretary, but she took today off. We laughed about this together...ah, sleep deprived parents. Joe said, "I feel like I'm in kindergarten again...except I have a wife...and a kid."
Sunday, September 07, 2008
My favorite part of the fair? FAIR FOOD! As a breastfeeding mom who only has 9lbs of pregnancy weight to lose, I took it upon myself to sample on the delicious, greasy, fat-filled treats offered at the fair. Got to make milk somehow, right?
After the fair, we went down to Pocatello for a brief visit with some old family friends and then we were back home in time for bedtime. Sam gave me another birthday present and went to bed easily so Joe and I could hang out a little ourselves.
A few years ago, I never thought a day like this would be such a great way to celebrate a birthday...but that was when I took sleep for granted.
Friday, September 05, 2008
It's so nice to go back to a job that I love while knowing my boy is in good hands. It's about a 15 minute drive from my office, so I go over at lunch and nurse him and spend some time with him. It's a good balance for this mom who had such a hard time leaving her kiddo, but still wanted to go back to work.
I'll post more this weekend with some pictures of our recent adventures...but, for now, we're just glad our childcare dilemma is solved and we can settle into our new routine a little more easily.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
This is what our night looked like last night:
7:00p bedtime routine
7:30p out like a light
8:30p I'm in bed.
11:35p Sam's awake, crying. I feed him.
12:01a I'm back in bed and so is the boy.
2:07a Sam's awake, crying again. I feed him.
2:20a Won't go to sleep. I bring him to my bed to nurse.
2:36a Sam finally goes to sleep. Unfortunately, the reason I don't bed-share with this kid is that I can't sleep with him in the bed.
3:00a I put him back in his crib.
3:47a He's awake and wants to play. I try to rock him back to sleep. No luck.
4:07a I go back to bed and lie awake as he coos over the monitor.
4:15a I wake up Joe, tell him he's on boy duty, and head downstairs to sleep.
4:30a I hear Sam crying his head off.
Finally, all is quiet. I finally get some sleep.
6:02a Sam is crying again. I go back upstairs and nurse him. The three of us fall asleep in our bed.
6:30a Alarm goes off. I hate life.
7:00a Second alarm goes off. I still hate life.
7:08a I get out bed, leaving my two sleeping boys to snuggle.
I guess that's what I get for thinking Sam was on the same page as me. I hope he gets over this night-waking soon.