January 26, 2011 § 1 Comment
It’s official: I’m Nadi sleep obsessed. I read about it. I write about it. I talk about it. I worry about it. My Husband will tell you I’m a worrier regardless of whether there is actually something to worry about. Now that breastfeeding isn’t a worry (and man was that a worry!), now I have to find something else to worry about. I guess sleep is it b/c it stresses me out and here’s why.
My girl is wee. As mentioned previously, she’s in the 5th percentile for weight. I repeat: wee. The Doctor also mentioned when we saw him 2 weeks ago that Nadi looked tired. I replied, “Well, you’d be tired too if you were 4 1/2 months old and wouldn’t nap during the day unless every star in the universe aligned at the precise moment that you were neither too awake nor too sleepy to fall asleep.” Or something like that. In any case, you get my drift the wee kid does not nap.
There were a few posts earlier on where I gloated that I was updating my blog while by baby napped. Those opportunities have come and gone as it seems we are experiencing a nap regression whereby what if any progress we were making on this issue seems to have been kicked to the curb and we’re sleepless in Victoria yet again.
I don’t need Nadi to nap for my sake. I’ve had 5 months to adjust to not having any time to myself during the day. I’m cool with it now. She and I get on just fine and I’m genuinely happy to hang out with her all day. I really feel like Nadi needs to nap to GROW. I want her to GROW. I’m tired of people looking at me like I’m not feeding my child. Sometimes I just want to whip the boob out and latch her on as if to say “See? See? I FEED HER!!!!!!” So I guess I do need her to nap for me, lol.
Anyhoo, for the most part she sleeps great at night for which I am mega grateful (so please God or universe or whomever or whatever is in charge of all things, please don’t take this away from me. I REALLY am grateful. REALLY I am. GRATEFUL.) My neighbour popped by the other day and told me that her first son napped but didn’t sleep in the night. Her second, slept in the night but didn’t nap. She told me you can’t have it all. Well, obviously I can’t but I’m pretty sure I’ve read some Mommy Blogs whereby they were having it all and quite enjoying it. Good for them. I’m happy for you. I REALLY am. HAPPY.
So here’s my new nap induction plan. Nadi will fall asleep under these conditions: you put her in a carrier (either wrap or Baby Bjorn will do) and you walk for about 30 minutes. So b/c the Hus works at home, he takes her for an AM walk/nap around 10 and then I take her for her afternoon walk/nap around 2. This way, (a) she gets some much needed day sleep, (b) we get exercise and fresh air, (c) the Hus gets some bonding time with our girl and I get some ‘me’ time, (d) Nadi can get used to napping at the same two times a day so maybe eventually we can get her to nap in the house at some point down the road (only so that when the weather is atrocious we can still get her to sleep). Sound like a plan? I know you experienced mothers have something to say on this. Please say it. I need all the help I can get.
I have a new Macbook. It’s cool. Here’s a neat pic of Nadi and I that my computer (whose name is Shirley btw) took.
Peace out Mommas and bellies and babies.
January 22, 2011 § 4 Comments
Ok so (not so) secretly, I’ve always wished I could (a.) flash back to the 60’s and (b.) be one of Tina’s back up dancers (see 3:05 mark and onward to see why). Those girls can move. Turns out, so can my wee daughter! Turns out Miss Nadi was just waiting until she could roll over perfectly before attempting it. And she made it happen the night before last and has been rollin’ ever since! Here’s how the story goes.
January 20, 2011 § 1 Comment
Today was one of those days for me where absolutely everything was beautiful (even my mop of a hair do!). The Hus was home for most of the day as we bounced ideas back and forth about his new business. I put the baby down for a nap around 10AM and when I emerged from her nursery, he’d put together a lovely breakfast of crusty buns, spicy red pepper homous, laughing cow cheese, hot peppers and a light cuke and tomato salad with vinegar, lemon and sel et poivre. Delish!
The baby woke around 10:45AM (little bugger) but was in good spirits so we let her stay up. The Hus left around 1-ish to run errands and do some writing (his thesis is due on Friday!). Nadi and I did a load of laundry and then she did some tummy time on her mat. I noticed a really big difference in her during tummy time today. She was able to keep her head up much higher and didn’t tire as easily. I was so proud!
Also exciting is that Nadi tried to roll over on her own today! She’s not been showing any interest in rolling over to date and certainly doesn’t do anything physically to suggest that she’s close to trying. My girl is cautious and I’ve been gently turning her over now and again during our playtimes so she would get the feel for it and not be afraid to give it a try. Today while I was folding laundry on our bed, I put her face down over a small bolster pillow she immediately (b/c it is perfectly round and almost as little as she is) rolled over onto her back. She looked at me with eyes wide and I clapped and smiled and tickled her in encouragement. We did it another 10 times or so and then I brought her out onto her mat and put her on her tummy and… she almost did it on her own! She had one leg propped up and her opposite arm tucked in close to her body and she was gently rocking herself back and forth. I shook a toy in the direction it looked like she would go and she looked at it but wouldn’t go further. Well not today at least! I’ll try again tomorrow.
By now its 2PM and Nadi’s getting pretty darn tired given she’s only had a 45 minute nap since rising at 7:30AM. I feed her and try to put her down but she won’t have it. So I pack her up and put her in the Moby Wrap (which we LOVE btw) and this is what happened:
There are two things of note in this picture: (1) my Nadi is asleep and (2) you can see why I included a search for a new hairstyle in my last post. Holy shaggy and shapeless Batman.
Anyhoo, we had a lovely walk in the rain (I had an umbrella shielding my Nadi from the misty rain that was falling) and she was out like a light. I walked around until it was almost dark b/c she was sleeping so peacefully but eventually had to come home. When I did, she woke up as if on cue when I stepped into the driveway and was smiling and happy when I unwrapped her and delayered her. A little brunette angel I tell ya.
The Hus arrived shortly thereafter with qeema for dinner- a Persian eggplant, lentil and beef stew. Oh God. If you’ve never had qeema, you must must must try it. It is sooooooo delish. If you happen to live in Victoria, we get ours from Side Dish Restaurant (Langley and Broughton).
My poor baby was beyond tired tonight and was yawning by 530PM. I showered with her (part of our nightly routine now as we both enjoy it so much) and slathered her with lotion and got her in her jammies. We read The New Baby Calf and had Time for Bed in the cue but little Nadi could take no more so Daddy swaddled her, I prepared her room and turned on the heating pad in her crib (which I remove before putting her down of course) and settled in to nurse her. And that is the end of the story and of a most beautiful day.
Peace out bellies, mommas and babies of the world.
January 18, 2011 § 1 Comment
Hi kids. So on Sunday the Hus and I hosted our prenatal class reunion. We finished the class mid-August so it was really neat to see everyone again and meet their babies. Thanks to those of you who were able to join us!
Unfortunately some of the babies and/or parents were sick so couldn’t make it. Still, we had a houseful and here are the babes (except for an Anna who was having her poopy nappy changed and my Nadi who was antisocially hanging out on my boob). Awwww!
Anyhoo, the gathering got me thinking about my pregnancy. While of course I wouldn’t wish Nadi back in my belly, I did absolutely LOVE being pregnant. Feeling your baby move around inside of you is one of the most glorious and amazing things in the whole wide world.
Coupla things Nadi’s been doing a lot lately…
1. Trying to sit up… like all the time. I’ve had to start reading to her in a reclined position b/c if she’s even semi-sitting up, she’s constantly lurching forward.
2. Laughing and giggling. She especially loves a good session of airplane. Who doesn’t really? LOL.
3. Grabbing. Her favourite thing to grab? Mommy’s hair. Not only does she grab but she yanks. Ouch! I’ve been attempting to grow my hair out after several years of having it short and/or shoulder length but I have to say, Nadi’s love of my locks has me thinking maybe a Mom Do doesn’t sound so unappealing. Here’s some I like:
Me thinks this is quite lovely. Regal. Elegant. Mature. All things I aspire to be. I did have a version of this as well but it was in the late 90’s in my first few years at Uni. Gwyneth in Sliding Doors was my inspiration then. On second thought, maybe this is too much of a throw back.
Ok so this one is by far my favourite. I’ve been lusting after this haircut for a couple of years. My hair is wavy. Audrey’s is wavy. My hair is thick. Audrey’s is thick. Ok that is sort of where the similarities end. She’s got lovely super dark hair and mine is much lighter brown. She’s bloody gorgeous and I’m more on the cute side. Still, I LOVE this haircut. Maybe one day.
My Mom always used to say “When you don’t know what to do, don’t do anything.” I guess I have to wait until I know which way to go with the hair thing. Baby crying. Gotta jet. Peace.
January 14, 2011 § Leave a comment
… because that is what Nadi is doing right now! As she did for 2 1/2 hours yesterday morning and for another hour yesterday afternoon. And it hasn’t been a fight! Yesterday I rocked her for about 5 minutes after her meal and put her down. This morning, I took her off my boob, slung her over my shoulder to get any bubbles out, walked to our room and plopped her in her bassinet. Asleep.
The Hus says I routinely jinx things by getting overexcited about them. I don’t disagree but I just can’t contain myself sometimes. For the last 3 months, I have fought with my daughter over naps, sometimes spending the greater part of the day trying to get her to go down for one. Is it the 10 minutes per boob thing? Is she just finding a rhythm? Am I able to better read her signs and get her down before the window closes? I don’t know but I’m happy!
Only thing is, Nadi returned to waking up in the night last night. After two weeks of sleeping straight through for 11 hours, she woke last night after 7 hours and wanted a drink (she only had one boob and when I put her on the second she just laid there and smiled at me so I figured she was done). Post-drink, Miss Nadi was still really awake and in my sleepy haze, I remember fearing that she’d be up for another hour or more. In an attempt to reverse her wakefulness, I slung her over my shoulder and did what I’ve been doing lately to put her to sleep: holding her really tight in a hug with one hand supporting her neck and rocking her medium-hard. Within 5 minutes she was breathing heavy and in another 2, her breath had changed to the shallow kind I was listening for- the baby sleep promise land. I put her down.
Her eyes burst open. I patted her chest and went to get a glass of water naively hoping she’d at least look a little sleepy when I returned. I returned. She didn’t look sleepy. I didn’t speak to her. She followed me across the room with those big dark eyes of hers and watched me crawl into bed. I heard her sucking on her tongue (the self-soothing technique she has learned from being swaddled for sleep since birth) and then grunting a bit here and there and then… silence. I lay still waiting in suspense to see if my daughter had done the unthinkable, the amazing, the fantastic and highly coveted self-soothe to sleep. To date, she hasn’t been able to do it… or I wouldn’t let her b/c I rush in as soon as she makes a peep for fear she’d cry (yes I have the new Momma fear-of-baby-crying syndrome). Well I am pleased to say that she did drift off to sleep on her own and slept soundly for another 4 1/2 hours. I’m pretty proud.
Couple that with our new napping thing and I’m beyond it! Ok I think this officially counts as jinxing. I should stick a sock in it.
Sock is officially inserted.
Peace out mamas, babies and all of you other people.
June 3, 2010 § 3 Comments
Doc G (my fabulous OB-GYN) has been encouraging me since my very first visit, to “get in the pool.” Given that getting into the pool requires a bathing suit, I put it off. At every monthly visit, she’d ask me “Been gettin’ in the pool?” I’d scrunch up my face and shake my head no. The hus would give me the look. I knew I couldn’t keep putting the pool off forever but I sure was going to try.
This morning, over tea, the hus told me that I really needed to get in the pool. He reminded me about how good I would feel once I got there and how much it would help me in labour. His beautiful brown eyes were pleading with me. I caved.
Today on my lunch hour I embarked on the errand a lot of pregnant ladies loathe: bathing suit shopping. I went to the Bay because I needed a place with (a.) a lot of selection and (b.) bad service so the suits and I could battle it out uninterrupted. I took about half dozen black (of course) bottoms in with me and another half dozen patterned tops. I also threw in a one piece halter suit with a little skirt. I started with what I thought offered the most promise- the two pieces. Had it in my mind that they would break up the mass of my mid-section. They weren’t bad…which was surprising. Even more surprising? The little halter one-piece? Super cute! Mind you, I only looked long enough (read: 5 seconds, tops) to log the ego damage in the full-length mirror and the fluorescent lights but still! I looked cute!!
After work I was collected by the hus and driven to my first aquafit class at the Y. After changing and showering, I headed for the pool and joined my group. The pool was warm and I was welcomed with big smiles and even a belly pat from a delightful lady who had some of the most beautiful skin I’ve ever seen. We bobbed around and stretched and plied together. And, most importantly for me, we laughed and laughed and laughed (particularly when I went the wrong way in an exercise and almost knocked our instructor clear over). It was absolutely fantastic and I can hardly wait for my next aquafit adventure on Sunday morning.
So kids, the moral of the story is… do what your really smart Doc and hus tell you! Ok back to So You Think You Can Dance. Don’t judge me.
June 3, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’ve always been one of those really lucky women with a solid body image and a natural acceptance of her size and frame. I’ve very rarely asked if I look fat in anything. I have confidently worn two-piece bathing suits regardless of the degree to which my body does not look like Pam Anderson’s. I wear form-fitting clothes and like my curvy parts. And I have, throughout this pregnancy, felt very beautiful and mobile and comfortable…that is until today. I’m hoping that it will pass (tomorrow preferably) but today I feel restricted and bloated and well… big.
I have one of these lovely husbands who tells me that I’m beautiful several times a day. This helps. Immensely. Having said that I woke up this morning feeling sort of rotund and so ate a light lunch to compensate and was hungry in an hour so munched most of the afternoon and then, upon arriving home after a long day at the factory, thought a warm shower might just do the trick. All was going well until I bent over to shave my legs and I could only reach mid-calf. Mid-calf! I tried to bend over a bit more but the soccer ball it feels like I swallowed wouldn’t allow it. I tried to bend to the side and thought I would topple right over so corrected myself immediately. Finally after trying everything I could standing up, I resorted to sitting down. But of course before I settled in comfortably I sort of slid down the shower wall and squeaked my way to the ground but not before my hus came rushing in to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself. Sigh.
Then to make matters worse, I got out of the shower and made the mistake of looking at my naked body in the mirror. I hadn’t been in long enough to completely fog out the mirror which is unfortunate in this case. I’ve been collecting a few stretch marks on my hips the last few weeks as I expand and I’ve grown accustomed to seeing them there, almost like those really good friends (of all shapes, sizes and colours) we all (hopefully) have whose presence reminds us that we’re awesome. Well it seems my friends have invited some friends to my behind because there are definitely a bunch of new squiggles that I hadn’t previously met. Great.
Anyhoo, I’ve got dinner on the go and am salivating just thinking about the salmon filets, baked potato and corn on the cob we’re going to get to eat in half hour. Ok, just typing that sentence made me feel better. Sad but true. I’m going to take my swollen-ankled, sausage-toed, water-retaining self to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on our meal. Thanks for listening.