Its been quite a few days since I last tracked both my and my kids' progress with our new little life changes, so I thought why not just do one quick entry and catch everyone up, as well as keep myself honest.
Q: On Friday night, the 5th night after starting the cry it out method, Q slept through the night for the 1st time in a long, long time. I didn't sleep through the night, but she did, and well, that's all that matters. Saturday, we all slept through the night. Ah-mazing! I felt so refreshed on Sunday morning. Let's just say that I am so happy that I finally decided to do this. Its something this mama (and daddy) really needed.
L: The eye patch has no longer become a fight. Instead, L seems to be doing really well, reminding me that its time for him to get his patch. I normally don't hear the can I take this off question until at least 3 hours into it. The only problem lately is that his eyelashes seem to start to bother his patched eye. I'm hoping that we can figure out a way to avoid this in the future, but our efforts so far have been for naught.
Fighting Fatty McFat Fat: Friday through Sunday were not too good for me with the diet and exercise. Not good. P left tons of junk food (potato chips and crackers) and I had leftover baking goods (marshmallows, cake mix, chocolate chips) that for some reason were just calling my name. I swear, they were literally calling my name as I walked by the pantry. Eat me! Eat me! Come on, you know you want to have just a little bit. Look, I'm not bullet proof. I'm just human, and I gave in! I gave in hard. Tsk! Tsk!
Regardless, I did lose 1 1/2 pounds. Okay. That's not great, but its not bad either. I mean, really, its healthy to lose 2 pounds a week, and with nursing, I don't want to be too ridiculous. Okay, I'm not thrilled by the number, but every little pound counts.
What went wrong the last few days? P was out of town, so I didn't have to make dinner. The kids are perfectly happy with sandwiches and cereal. I also had a dinner party to attend. The problem was that I was then really tired towards the end of the day, each day, getting more and more exhausted and therefore, more and more lazy.
This week, I'm going to be more focused. Even though P will be out of town 2 nights, I will make sure that I make dinner. I have 3 dinners in the freezer that will be easy enough to pull out and defrost. I also have some great dinner ideas tagged on my pinterest boards and I've learned a lot this weekend about how to more easily eat a whole food, plant based diet, including a great resource on the Engine 2 Diet website. P and I are hoping to really make this a lifestyle change that will stick.
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Monday, January 16, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Cry it out...both of you
Q had her 6 month well appointment yesterday. She's a healthy 16.2 pound baby, 25 3/4 inches long. We thought she was a little chub, but apparently, she's in the 44th %tile for weight, 40th for height and 65th for brain growth (of course she's a genius, look who her mom is). Everything was going swimmingly well until the dreaded question, "How's she sleeping?"
Uh...How does one answer that? Um...she goes to bed around 8:30/9, and then she's up at midnight, 1, 2:30, 3:15, 4, 5:30, 6:30 and 8 am. "Not good. She used to sleep 9 hours at a time, but now she's up several times a night," I responded.
Now, her doctor is great. Really. But, I knew it was coming. "Well, you can keep getting up with her every night until she's a cranky 2 year old, or you can all start getting a good night's sleep now."
His recommendation? Let her cry it out. Nevermind that J and C are in the room with her because they'll figure it out. In a week, they'll all be sleeping through the night. Well, its now or never, right? I mean, she just cut her first tooth 2 days ago, so that's done, and her ear infection is cleared up. No more excuses.
Last night, P put her to bed around 9. Around 12, C woke up with croup and joined us in our room so that she could have a nebulizer (I know that's spelled incorrectly, but I'm tired, so I'll deal with it) treatment. 12:15...cue Q. There was no point bringing her into our bed to get sick from C, so we let her go. And go she did. She cried all night long. Okay, perhaps she stopped for little cat naps and from about 4-6:30, but my little angel cried so long.
P got so frustrated that he went to bed in L's room and shut the door. I laid in my bed, next to a noisy, sleeping C and cried. I cried because I knew it was okay to let her cry. She's in a safe place. I cried because I knew that I could comfort her, just by picking her up. All of her sadness would disappear if I just went in and got my baby and fed her. I cried because this is my last baby...ever. Why can't I just savor the moments of complete baby-ness?!
But, the doctor is right. I am miserable during the day because I am so beat. I am having a hard time losing weight because I am so tired. I lack patience. I lack understanding. I pretty much lack my niceness because I can't focus on not snapping. I can't even carry on a real conversation with others because I can only focus on myself and what's going on with me. I'm too tired to focus on anyone else. This is how I feel.
Day 1 of cry it out is done. When P got her from her crib this morning, I was in the shower. When she saw me, no big smile, just sadness. Broke my heart. Regardless, I am definitely going to do it again tonight because, well, let's face it, if I don't then I just tortured my baby last night for no reason. I'm hoping that this will all be resolved and I'll have my 9-hour-a-night girl back in no time.
Uh...How does one answer that? Um...she goes to bed around 8:30/9, and then she's up at midnight, 1, 2:30, 3:15, 4, 5:30, 6:30 and 8 am. "Not good. She used to sleep 9 hours at a time, but now she's up several times a night," I responded.
Now, her doctor is great. Really. But, I knew it was coming. "Well, you can keep getting up with her every night until she's a cranky 2 year old, or you can all start getting a good night's sleep now."
His recommendation? Let her cry it out. Nevermind that J and C are in the room with her because they'll figure it out. In a week, they'll all be sleeping through the night. Well, its now or never, right? I mean, she just cut her first tooth 2 days ago, so that's done, and her ear infection is cleared up. No more excuses.
Last night, P put her to bed around 9. Around 12, C woke up with croup and joined us in our room so that she could have a nebulizer (I know that's spelled incorrectly, but I'm tired, so I'll deal with it) treatment. 12:15...cue Q. There was no point bringing her into our bed to get sick from C, so we let her go. And go she did. She cried all night long. Okay, perhaps she stopped for little cat naps and from about 4-6:30, but my little angel cried so long.
P got so frustrated that he went to bed in L's room and shut the door. I laid in my bed, next to a noisy, sleeping C and cried. I cried because I knew it was okay to let her cry. She's in a safe place. I cried because I knew that I could comfort her, just by picking her up. All of her sadness would disappear if I just went in and got my baby and fed her. I cried because this is my last baby...ever. Why can't I just savor the moments of complete baby-ness?!
But, the doctor is right. I am miserable during the day because I am so beat. I am having a hard time losing weight because I am so tired. I lack patience. I lack understanding. I pretty much lack my niceness because I can't focus on not snapping. I can't even carry on a real conversation with others because I can only focus on myself and what's going on with me. I'm too tired to focus on anyone else. This is how I feel.
Day 1 of cry it out is done. When P got her from her crib this morning, I was in the shower. When she saw me, no big smile, just sadness. Broke my heart. Regardless, I am definitely going to do it again tonight because, well, let's face it, if I don't then I just tortured my baby last night for no reason. I'm hoping that this will all be resolved and I'll have my 9-hour-a-night girl back in no time.
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