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Reality Check (This Should be Fun)

It occurred to me recently that there are a few differences between my pre-baby conceptions of life and my post-baby reality of life.  I thought it would be fun to write them out here for everyone to laugh at see.

I’m going to become pregnant really easily like my mom.

Yeah…no!  It took my partner and I 18 months and countless ovulation tests before I got pregnant with Charles.  Though, to be fair, becoming pregnant with Amélie and Elliot was as simple as:

  1. Stop breastfeeding and condoms
  2. Have one cycle
  3. Bam!

I’m going to have quick and med-free labours just like my mom.

Apparently, I didn’t learn anything when my first conception flew out the window.  I had an 18 hour labour with my first complete with my waters breaking in bed at 3am, having pitocin administered at 8am, begging for an epidural by 1pm, actually getting it around 3pm and finally pushing the little bugger out after 45 minutes at 6:36pm.

Amélie’s birth went by more quickly shaving off 10 hours from my previous labour.  Though I still did get an epidural.

As for Elliot’s birth (I’m working on a post for it), well, that one was quick.  Though, I did still ask for an epidural.

I’m not going to bed-share with my babies.

Well, to be fair, I didn’t bed-share with Charles.  Amélie, on the other hand, I slept with on the first night we came home from the hospital and a few others after that, especially during night-long feedings during growth-spurts.  As for Elliot, well, I bed-shared with him at the hospital and then a few more times at home after that.

I’m not going to yell at my kids.

Hahaha, ha, HA!  Yeah, have you ever had a 3 year old?

But seriously, I do try to not yell, but sometimes my bag of tools gets depleted.

I’m going to nurse until he’s 6 months old and then stop once his first tooth comes in.

What I failed to realize in this instance was that teeth can cut before the 6 month mark.  And of course, Charles’ did.  At 5 months, to be exact.  The good thing is that since I really wanted to reach the 6 month mark, I kept nursing him and quickly got over the fear I had of nursing a toothed baby.  This led me to nurse both Charles and Amélie all the way up to their first birthday.  I plan to do the same with Elliot!

I’m never going to buy a minivan.  Instead, I’m going to be a cool mom and have a SUV to accommodate my growing family.

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Meet the (very dirty) “mom-mobile” aka, my fourth child.  I seriously love this thing.

I’m going to be very by-the-book.

Though I am very by-the-book (and a little over-the-top, according to some) with regards to car seat safety, I also have to consider the following with regards to the introduction of solids:

  • I chose BLW over purees;
  • I didn’t follow the 3-day rule;
  • I didn’t follow the suggested order of food introduction;
  • I even *gasp* introduced potentially allergenic food like peanut butter, eggs and salmon before the recommended ages.

However, all of these decisions were reached after doing a whole lot of research.

My kids aren’t going to get any screen time before the age of 2…

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I guess the saying “a picture is worth a thousand words” is appropriate here.

…And they’re not going to play with tablets either.

No, of course not [insert ironic tone].

I should note, though, that we have drastically reduced the time our little ones spend with tablets because Charles, in particular, would become very grumpy and irritable whenever we would allow him even a bit of time in front of a tablet.

Charles is going to start rolling over/crawling/walking/talking very quickly.

Because, duh, he’s my firstborn child so of course he’s going to be perfect!

For the record, he rolled from front to back at 5 months, from back to front at 7 months, he crawled at 10 months, walked at 12 months and at 18 months could only say “mama” and “water”.

I am going to cherish every moment.

And, to quote Katherine over at Welcome to the Nursery: “unicorns [will be] literally prancing around […] with me”.

Because, seriously, as much as I cherish motherhood in general, I can’t say I much cherish being peed on, or vomited on, or bitten, or kicked, or, or, or…

I hope you guys had fun reading these!  Feel free to laugh with me and then share some of your own!

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Different

I’ve heard it said too many times to count: no two pregnancies are alike, no two labours are alike, no two children are alike.

Isn’t it true!

Whereas both my pregnancies were very similar, my labours were not.  And the kids!  Oh the kids…

It seems that they are opposites in many ways.

As a newborn, my son cried and whined quite a bit.  He wasn’t colicky, but I remember holding him tummy down over my arm as I walked and walked around the house to try to calm him down.  His tummy hurt quite often as a newborn and I remember that I had to give him lots of tummy massages to help him through the pain.  Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that he had an undiagnosed dairy allergy and I couldn’t get enough of the stuff while I was breastfeeding him.  Poor guy was already on two kinds of cortisone creams and a hydrating cream from the time he was 2 weeks old because his eczema was so bad.

So far, my daughter has been really relaxed.  She hardly cries, isn’t showing any signs of an allergy to something in my milk and besides the normal tummy issues that come with her developing digesting system isn’t too bothered by what goes down down there.

As far as breastfeeding goes, it was an unending marathon with my son.  He would suck at one breast for a good half-hour before sucking at the other breast for another half-hour.  Then, an hour or two later, he would be ready to do it again.  When it came the time for growth spurts, well, he’d be at it from 6pm onwards, sucking away and switching breasts every half-hour until 3am.  If I tried to put him down to sleep (when he inevitably fell asleep at the breast) he would wake up acting as though he hadn’t eaten in days.

My daughter, on the other hand, is a speed nurser.  It isn’t rare for her to be done with her meal in ten minutes.  She very rarely wants anything to do with the other breast once she’s done: she’s content to work on her neck muscles as I try to burp her instead.  Growth spurts for my daughter are also unending marathons…that last for hours on end during the day.  In fact, we just got out of one, in the past two days, little Amélie had hardly slept during the day, instead concentrating on bringing my milk supply back up to par as her needs change.  Oh she would fall asleep at the breast (the only time that happens is during a growth spurt), but I’m sure you can guess what would happen when I would put her down for a nap.

Speaking of sleep…on second thought, let’s not; I wouldn’t want to jinx myself.

Hum, what I will say is that Charles could be rocked to sleep in a jiffy and for a long time I had to work really hard to keep him from falling asleep during car rides (when I needed him to stay awake so that we wouldn’t mess up his nap window).  My daughter, well, let’s just say that rocking is a stimulating activity and car rides seem to be as well, whereas having a toddler running around and playing loudly with his toys near her typically has a soporific effect on her.

As for me, well, it took me a long time to heal and get over the extreme fatigue after giving birth to Charles.  I stayed two nights in the hospital and slept a lot during the first week.  With Amélie, had the doctors allowed it (they didn’t as they had to wait 24h after birth to to a test on Amélie), I would have returned home before supper the day I gave birth.  I was able to move around easily and didn’t feel the fatigue as I had with my first.

Having a first child is a wonderfully terrifying experience.  It’s roller coaster of emotions from learning about the pregnancy to delivering to the first days and everything that comes after. I remember following my pregnancy day by day reading about the development of the baby.  I remember spending hours reading numerous parenting books after giving birth.  I remember googling about everything from low milk supply (because my 2 day old…1 week old…2 week old…) was nursing all the time to oversupply, from poop (what?  He hadn’t pooped in 4 days at one point as a newborn) to sleep (when will he sleep more than two hours at a time?), to milestones (shouldn’t he be able to roll from front to back at 12 weeks!?!), to…well, you get the point.

This time?  This time I am much more relaxed.  I know that things will happen when they will happen.  I know how breastfeeding works.  I know that my daughter is growing well enough that it’s ok if she goes 6h between two feeds at night sometime.  In sum, I know that I have instincts and that I should just trust them.  Because for every child there is in the world, there is a different “book” on parenting.  The basics stay the same, but the small details differ.

You know what’s not different, though?  Love.   I confess that a part of me was afraid as I was nearing my due date.  I mean, my son means the world to me.  I remember being so overwhelmed with love for him in the early days that I would cry.  And, now, I was about to have a second child and a part of me wondered how I would be able to share the love between the two of them.  But you know, I’ve since leaned that your heart only grows with each new child that you add to your family.

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Updates!

So today was Amélie’s 1 month check-up.  Since her brother had had a mysterious illness over the weekend, we decided to bring him along as well to get him checked out.  It turns out that the pediatrician took more time with Charles than she did with Amélie.

ImageI commented a couple of days ago about how baby girl suddenly didn’t fit into her newborn clothing anymore.  It’s little wonder though as she is now measuring 54.5cm.  That means that in 14 days she grew 4.5cm (or almost 2 inches).  Holy crap!  Now that’s what I call a growth spurt.  She also gained 780g (or 1 pound and 11 oz).  It would seem that mama has got some pretty darned good milk.

As for Charles, well, the pediatrician was absolutely flabbergasted when she saw him and heard what had happened since last Friday.  She immediately told us that it was a pretty impressive allergic reaction (hives) and urged us to talk about it with Charles’ allergist the next time we go to see her.  She is pretty certain that the reaction is in response to the amox that he took to treat an ear infection as the hives started to appear the morning after he finished his prescription.  She’s asking us to continue to give him Benadryl every 4 h until the hives are all gone and had us meet with a pharmacist to see what was the maximal dose we could give him.

Dada and I are both conked out from the stressful weekend and the little guy (who has always been super good about taking medication) now has to be forced to take his Benadryl (we suspect it’s because he associates it with the intense itch his hives cause).  No fun!

To give you an idea of the progression of the hives, here’s what our weekend looked like:

On Friday, they were just small red spots here and there.  As the day progressed, the spots got redder and larger and had raised edges.

P1000858On Saturday, the spread the continued the spots changed again and became the crater-like spots that turned blue that you see in the picture below and his eyelids became swollen after his nap.

By  Sunday, most of his body was covered by either new or old spots.  BUT at least he started to be in a good mood in the afternoon and started to play so we were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!

Finally, this morning, we’re noticing that there don’t seem to be many new spots and the ugly red-bue ones that were there yesterday are gone.  He also actually had breakfast: his first complete meal since Friday at lunchtime (we’ve been keeping him hydrated and have managed to get him to snack a bit over the course of the weekend).  However, because of the insane amounts of Benadryl he’s been taking all weekend, he now looks like a zombie.

Image 1Oh well, we’ll get through this!  I’m just happy nothing worse happened.

So milk and now, it would seem, amoxcillin.  Here’s to hoping we don’t discover any new allergies.

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TGFBW

TGFBW. 

Or, for those of you who aren’t well-versed in made-up acronyms:

Thank Goodness For BabyWearing.

Yep!

You see, yesterday evening, my partner had some training for his job.  This meant that I would be home alone with the two kiddos.  No big deal, right?  I mean, I’ve been alone with the two of them during the day for a few hours at a time, so it’s not like it was mission impossible.

So off I went, at 4pm, daughter in tow in her car seat to fetch my son at daycare.  An hour later (yes, my daycare is far away), I was back home.  I had planned on making some nice pan fried sole with some rice and steamed veggies for supper.  The problem is that when I got home, both the baby and the toddler were hungry.  Luckily, I had made some banana muffins earlier during the day, so I gave the little guy a mini muffin and set him up in front of some Baby Einstein as I nursed Amélie.

Once baby girl was fed, I put her in her basket and started to get everything out to make supper.  The thing is, by then it was already half past 5 and I knew I wouldn’t have the time to get everything done by 6pm.  The little guy was tiring of Baby Einstein, the newborn was resolutely not sleeping and I was getting hungry (and we all know what happens when the mama is hungry, right?!).  I decided to heat up some of the previous evening’s supper (macaroni & ground beef in a tomato sauce) in a pan and stick some homemade chicken nuggets in the oven.  I then cut up a red bell pepper into strips for good measure (’cause we all need our veggies, right?).

As my son and I sat down to eat our very healthy and well-balanced on-the-fly meal, the baby (or “that”, as my son like to affectionately call her) decided she wasn’t content to look at the sides of her basket anymore and became vocal about it.  Then again, who can blame her?  I mean, I’m pretty sure that just like her brother did at the same age, she thinks the collection of brown polka-dots are nipples and wonders why the heck she can’t get any milk out of them.

I finished my supper with baby girl in my arms.

Everything was looking great.  Then it dawned on me that I had to get my son ready for bed.  That meant, bath-taking, antibiotic-taking, teeth brushing, diaper changing, getting into pyjamas…and I had a newborn that was acting as though she hadn’t eaten in years.  Oy!

And then, ding, light bulb moment! 💡

I grabbed my ring sling, popped my breast out and positioned baby girl so that I could nurse her hands-free.  I decided to forsake the bath as the toddler let me know very clearly that he did not want to go and I very clearly did not want to create a tantrum (you pick your battles, eh!?).  Miraculously, I managed to get everything else done without a hitch in time for Little Dude’s 7pm bedtime!

The best part about all of this?  Amélie fell asleep in the sling as I was getting her brother ready for bed.

YES!

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I Let My Newborn Daughter Sleep On Her Tummy & Other Momfessions From A Second-Time Mom

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 I consider myself to be a pretty laid-back person in general.  I mean, why sweat the small stuff, right?  At the same time, though, I am a perfectionist and a stickler for rules.  Knowing this, I expect you can imagine that these two sides clashed upon the arrival of my first child.  I tried hard to be that perfect by-the-book mama, but it didn’t always work out that way.  And why should it?  I mean, I am just human (and besides, how can you be by-the-book with the myriad of parenting approaches that exist) and my baby was only just human (and obviously hadn’t read any books on parenting).

Now that our family has grown again, I have made some changes to my newborn parenting style:

  1. I let my newborn daughter sleep on her tummy…And on her side…and on her back.  I know that the safest position for a baby to sleep in is on their back and that’s exactly how I put my daughter down for sleep at nighttime.  But during the day, I alternate between putting her down on her tummy, side and back.  I do this because she is more comfortable and sleeps better on her side and tummy than on her back.  Besides, alternating between these positions help contribute to reduce her risk of having flat head syndrome.
  2. Despite having a 50 week maternity leave, my partner and I still send our toddler to daycare from Monday to Friday.  We do this for three reasons.  Primo, had we pulled our son out, we would have lost our daycare spot (and we love his daycare spot).  Secundo, he’s a very social little guy and needs to play wit his friends.  Tertio, I need my bonding time with my newborn.
  3. I don’t wait for my daughter to be asleep before putting her down in her moses basket during the day.  Sometimes, she’ll manage to fall asleep on her own in her basket in the middle of the living room (with or without the presence of a playful toddler) as I tidy up or sit down to eat.  Sometimes, she’ll end up crying because sheMs overtired and unable to fall asleep and I’ll pick her right back up.
  4. I don’t pick my daughter up at the slightest squeak.  Sometimes, she’ll start squeaking about in her sleep.  If I pick her up, I’ll wake her (and, lets face it, who wants to wake a  sleeping baby?).  Sometimes, she’ll start squeaking about in her basket when I put her down awake, but can still manage to fall asleep on her own.
  5. I (sometimes) sleep when the baby sleeps (instead of looking adoringly upon my sleeping baby as she sleeps).  I can do this because my son attends daycare.  I need to do this because I believe that my children and partner shouldn’t need to suffer through sleep-deprived induced impatience if I can do something about it.
  6. I nurse on demand…except when I don’t.  I make sure my daughter nurses at least every 3 hours…but don’t beat myself up if she goes longer between feeds at night.  I will happily nurse on demand (ie: nurse even if she ate an hour before when she asks for the breast)…but when I’m home with both my newborn and toddler, I’ll tweak her nursing hours to try to get her down for a nap during my son’s afternoon nap.
  7. I bed-shared with my newborn daughter a couple of times.  I knew from experience that a baby’s second night was generally hellish because they want to nurse all the time.  It turns out that this was what happened for Amélie’s first two nights.  So, at 2am, after two hours of cluster nursing and a mama that kept being on the verge of falling asleep while holding her baby (not a good idea!), I got in bed and nursed my daughter lying down.  It allowed both of us to get some much needed rest and it was safer (in my opinion) than risking falling asleep with my baby in my arms.

I feel much more confident about this parenting thing two weeks in my second time around.  I find myself less stressed over the little things.  I’m happy to not live by the nursing clock this time around and I don’t get as stressed when my baby cries (’cause that’s how they communicate).  Of course, this time around I was armed with knowledge that I didn’t have the first time around.  I know that just because she’s nursing like mad, it doesn’t mean that I don’t have enough milk, but that she is likely going through a growth spurt.  I know that she doesn’t just cry because she’s hungry; sometimes she’s uncomfortable (like the time I swaddled her too tightly for her tastes), wants her diaper changed or has a tummy ache from gas.

What did you do differently with the arrival of you second (or third, or fourth…) child?

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Confused

Dear Amélie,

I know that you have spent the better part of your existence inside the womb and that the outside can be confusing, so allow me to give you a few pointers on how things work out here.

  • When I swaddle you, it’s not for you to attempt Houdini-like escapes only to get pissed off when you’re unsuccessful (which, admittedly, doesn’t happen very often).  In fact, it’s to help contain your Moro reflex so that you (and I) can sleep.
  • Speaking of sleep, being rocked isn’t supposed to be an overstimulating activity that keeps you awake and a brightly lit living room with a toddler screaming (from joy or anger) and running around isn’t supposed to be conductive to sleep (though I’m certainly not going to complain that you manage to fall asleep in that environment).
  • Nursing time isn’t supposed to be guzzle-down-my-milk-ASAP-and-then-proceed-to-spit-up-and-have-the-hiccups-for-15-minutes.
  • When I put you up against my shoulder, it isn’t an invitation to work out you neck muscles.  It’s to burp you so that we might skip the spitting up part of your nursing routine.
  • Alternatively, the whole point of putting you on your tummy after diaper changes is 
  • By the way, you are allowed to poop in a wet diaper.  Seriously, you really don’t have to wait until the moment where I have just finished swaddling you after changing your diaper to poop.
  • I don’t mind that you prefer to sleep on your side or tummy and am happy to indulge your preferences during your daytime naps because I can keep an eye on you, but during the night, I would really, really like it if you could stay on your back.

There, I hope that clears up a few things for you.

Love you to bits,

Mama

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Write For Me Wednesday: Post-Partum – What They Never Told Me

I’m super excited to be sharing a guest post from Sarah from Journey2dfuture.  Sarah blog focuses on her adventures as a mommy to her wonderful son Vinnie,  being a wife and the challenges of juggling all of this while living in a foreign country.  If you haven’t checked out her blog yet, I definitely suggest you go and take a peek.

Post-Partum – What They Never Told Me

I’d like to share with you all the thing’s people forgot to mention once you’ve had a baby.

I’m sure many of you can relate if you are a mother.

  • Firstly, immediately after the birth, that strange empty feeling you have in your tummy.  Your organs are still pushed way up into your ribcage and it all just feels a little weird.
  • That amount of swelling on and round your whoha! Really no-one warned me it would unrecognizable.
  • The sheer amount of blood. It just kept coming…I remember just sitting on the toilet waiting for the blood to stop pouring so I could semi wipe and pull my pants back up.
  • The stitches: This is your doctor’s way of giving your whoha a facelift. A facelift hurts and so does this.
  • Constipation and piles…These two things go hand in hand in my case. All the pushing from the birth gave me piles which made pooping 10 times worse. Which made my scared, which then made me constipated. See the vicious circle?
  • Milk: Got milk Mama? Yes thank you way too much, to the point I thought my breasts may explode. This is called engorgement. If you fail to do anything about this issue you’ll end up with what is known as a blocked milk duct. Now listen carefully, if you fail to do the dangle feed and look like a dog nursing her puppies and massage the crap out of your already inflamed breast, you’ll end up with something called mastitis. This is serious.  Deal with it.
  • Your pelvis: If you thought walking while 9 months pregnant with a bowling ball between your legs was hard then just imagine this: As you give birth, your pelvis opens up even more than it already has to accommodate the bowling ball’s passing.  This separation of the pelvis hurts.  It hurts for a long time after.  Just because you gave birth overnight doesn’t mean you’ll have your body and bones back overnight.  18 months on since I gave birth and I still have pain in the pelvis and hip joints.  I wish someone had warned me.  I wish there was something I could do about the pain.
  • Sex: Planning to have sex after you give birth? All I can say is good luck. I waited 9 weeks. Yes Nine whole weeks before even attempting.  With my stitches, prolonged bleeding and pelvis pain it hurt.  Even if it didn’t hurt I still said it did.  I have been scared for life after what came out my vagina.  The thought of possible getting pregnant again and having to give birth, I’d rather cut out the sex and know for sure I won’t have to go through this again any time soon.
  • So now that you are possibly three month post post-partum, the fun doesn’t stop there.  It won’t be until around this time that your hair will start to fall out.  It’s the one last surprise to remind you not to get pregnant too soon.  After all you need time to grow yours back before it falls out again after the next baby right?

So this my friend sums up all of the things I wish I had been warned about.

Thanks Sarah for contributing with this funny yet memory-filled post!

If other awesome bloggers like Sarah would like to guest post on mommytrainingwheels, just shoot me a message through my contact page!

 

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Getting Ready to Wean

I’m ready.

It’s not because I “want my body back”.

It’s not because the little guy will supposedly start STTN once he’s weaned.

It’s not because I’m eager to stop watching what I eat.

It’s not because others feel that I’ve already been at it for too long.

I simply feel like it is the right time.

At first, I had planned to go for six months and then wean.  However, at the 6 month mark, I was nowhere near ready.  Nursing was going great, it was practical and there was just no way I felt like it was a good idea to wean.

Then, I had planned to stop at 9 months, because I knew that I would be away for my son for 4 days.  Except, I couldn’t do it.  I pumped and pumped and pumped like mad to try to get enough milk out for him for when I was gone and felt comfort in the fact that I would be able to put him to my breast when I returned from my trip to New York.

After that, I started to wonder whether I should wean once I returned to work.  Pumping became real old, real fast and I wasn’t sure about the logistics of returning to work and continuing to nurse.  However, again, I was not ready.

But now, a few days shy of my son’s first birthday, I feel ready.  To be honest, I think he’s rather ready too.  I mean, for the past two months he has never once asked to be nursed.  I was always the one to initiate.  He’s down to nursing three times, when he wakes up, before his bath and during one of his night wakings (when he has more than one NW, he’s only nursed once).

I’m planning on doing this gradually, starting by taking away his evening nursing session (seeing as he’s already getting a bottle two nights per week while I work).  Then, after a week, I’m planning on taking away his night feeding.  For this, I’ll be requesting the help of my partner who’ll be getting up to calm the little man down if and when he wakes up.  Then, on the third week, I’m planning on removing the morning nursing session.

I don’t know how well this plan will work, or even if it is a good idea, but it feels as though it’ll be easier on my body and on him to wean him over the span of 3 weeks to a month.

I would love to have some insight from experienced mamas!  How did you approach weaning?

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Sleep & How To Find It.

**Warning: this isn’t a how-to post.**

I wish it were, but is isn’t.

No, instead, it’s more of a question.

Or an accumulation of many questions.

And thoughts.  Yes…those too.

Let me lay it out for you (no pun intended).

I’m tiiiiiiiiiiiired!

Seriously.

The little guy is starting to make me question my parenting.  I suppose it’s a good thing because it means that I actually care about the quality of my parenting.  Of course, it also means that something is amuck. Or perhaps it isn’t.

*Sigh* why can’t parenting be easy?

Here’s the thing.  Little Dude is ten months old.  He eats three nicely-sized meals per day at daycare on top of nursing from three to five times in a 24h period (more on the disparity of nursing frequencies in another post).  On a typical day, he sleeps  45 min. to an hour in the morning and about 1.5 hours in the afternoon.  He’s generally up by 6:30am and down for the night at around 7:30pm.  I think we have a good routine going that is conductive to sleep.  He seems to disagree.

You see, I can probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that he has slept through the night.  And by slept through, I’m not talking about the theoretical “in the books” definition of 6 consecutive hours.  I’m talking about going to bed at 7 pm and waking up for the day around 6:30 or something along those lines.

The fact is, the Charles wakes up minimally once every night.  On some nights, he wakes up twice.  Now, I know that some of you must have it worse than I do and, in all honesty, it didn’t bother me for a while as I was on maternity leave.  But now?  Now I’m back to work AND I actually need to function.  Of course, when the little guy wakes up, the big guy is usually fast asnore (for those of you who are sleep-deprived like me asnore = asleep + snoring).  He generally stays that way too unless I let Little Dude try to sort himself out for more than 15 minutes.

A night-waking usually looks something like this:

  • Charles wakes up.
  • He starts stirring and semi-chattering.
  • He moves into whiney mode.
  • Whiney mode turns into yelling-at-his-parents mode.  (Ahem: “RA-BA-BA-BA-BA-GA!  RA-BA-BA-BA-BA-GA!…“)
  • Yelling mode turns into semi-crying mode.
  • Semi-crying mode either turns into whiney and then sleep mode or FULL-BLOWN CRYING mode.

Generally, when he wakes up twice during a night, he’ll be able to put himself back to sleep during one of his night-wakings.  Generally.  Sometimes, however, both night-wakings require that I get out of bed (because, of course, the big guy is certainly not going to take the initiative and get out of his toasty bed to try to calm down a screaming baby in the middle of the night – of course, can’t really blame him for wanting to stay in bed ;)).  So, I leave the comfort and warmth of the bed, blindly grab my bathrobe and pull it on before I freeze to death, make my way to my son’s room, pick him up, sit in the rocking chair, stick a boob in his mouth and let him suck his way back to sleep.

Right now, I want him to sleep more.  But I don’t know if I have reasonable expectations.  I mean, is it reasonable for me to expect my son to be able to go through the night without nursing and without waking?  Is he waking up because he knows I will come in and nurse him or is he waking for another reason?  And if he is waking because I created this habit for him, what do I do about it?  Do I kindly wake my snorer and ask him to take care of the little man or do I just let my son banshee himself back to sleep?  I mean, how am I supposed to know if he actually needs that nursing session in the middle of the night or not?

To be frank, if I knew that he needed one MOTN feeding I would be fine with it.  I’d go with the flow.  But if he doesn’t need it…well..I’ll take my sleep.

Insight?  Anyone?  Please?

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Supporting T – Sophie’s Guest Post

Wonderful Lynn over at Momma Needs Coffee has published a guest post I wrote for her that recounts my breastfeeding experience (so far). She is gathering a lot of information and stories to be able to help her friend who is due in a few weeks and plans of breastfeeding. Lynn also hopes that all of the information she has gathered on her blog will be able to help other women too. If you haven’t been around to check her blog yet, I strongly encourage you to do so; it’s a great read every time!

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Today’s  guest post comes from Sophie over at Mommy Training  Wheels. It tells about the lessons Sophie learned while on her breastfeeding journey with her son. 

Sophie is a twenty something first time mom to Charles (aka: Little Dude). She lives in Quebec, Canada with her partner and son. She is getting ready to go back to work after a 40 week maternity leave. She has always enjoyed reading and writing and says that blogging seemed like a natural step after the birth of her  son. She uses her blog as both an outlet for her and a journal she uses to record every moment she can capture of her son’s life. I strongly encourage everyone to go check out her blog. Thanks again for your contribution to this project Sophie! Enjoy! 

Love, Hugs and more to come later!

Lynn

 

Ah the idyllic scene that comes to mind…

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