Age: Two months
Weight: 9 lb 12 oz (@ 2months + 2 days)
Height: 22.8″ (@ 2months + 2 days)
Nicknames: Monkey, Miss C, the Kid, Pumpkin
Sleep: Decided at 5 1/2 weeks that naps are the bomb-diggity. Decided at 6 weeks they were over rated and that sleeping through the night was where it was at. At seven weeks decided sleep in general was a waste, why not just cling to momma. Decided at 8 weeks to change it up every day just to keep me on my toes.
Clothes: 0-3 months in length, still newborn in waist
Loves: Minky, Boo-Boo and Cuddles, the three creatures on her bouncy chair, staring at Daddy, naked time, bath time, airplane
Dislikes: bedtime, regular soothers (she’ll tolerate her Soothie)
Memories: visiting mommy’s office, being a Monkey for Halloween, helping Nana and Grandpa move, rolling over (front to back Nov 11), going to her cousin’s 4th birthday party
Monthly Archives: November 2014
Age: Two months
It’s time to move Charlie to her crib at night. Yes, she still fits in her bassinet. Yes, she is still well within the age range of staying in our room. But she is noisy. So noisy. It makes the whole “sleep when the baby sleeps” hard to impossible to do.
I’m burning out.
It’s been hard to convince myself that moving her is the right decision when it feels so selfish. While she is fairly good at sleeping at night, she is terrible at sleeping during the day. You would think until we had the days under control, we would not want to mess with the night.
But the other evening, I staved off a meltdown. Again. It wasn’t that she was being excessively needy. It wasn’t that she was being difficult. It was just that we were both tired. And I’d I was bending over backwards to make sure that I’m doing everything to ensure that she gets the best sleep possible. Why don’t I award myself the same privilege?
Especially since a calm, adequately rested mother might actually be just one more thing that would benefit Charlie.
I wrote a post which had goals for my year on mat leave. Of course, I wrote it before I had Charlie but was smart enough to not publish it. It turns out the only thing that can really prepare you for what life will be like with a baby is actually having a baby (regardless of how much time you spend with nieces and nephews).
The part of that draft post that gets me the most is the goal of not turning on the TV until my “to do” list is done.
Let me tell you a bit about my daughter. If she had her way she would play and eat. It’s not far off the average infant life. It’s just missing the whole “sleep” thing. Instead of letting Momma have a break, she would much rather just eat again. Even if she just ate five minutes before hand.
Whatever mother who tells you she gazes adoringly at her child at every feeding is either a liar or a saint. Whatever mother says she reads doesn’t have a hyperactive monkey child. Whatever mother says she feeds her child hands free in a baby carrier is a contortionist. The only way to maintain at least some sanity is either to be glued to your cellphone or marathon a tv series on Netflix (Gilmore Girls is a great one).
The reality is that most days I can make it further through a season of TV than through my to do list. Sure, it would be nice to be able to look at a completed list and get that feeling of accomplishment. But once you resign yourself to the fact that the first few months won’t be the most productive, you can settle into a different level of contentment.
I would much rather spend my days snuggled on the couch with my baby than trying to rush through a feeding just to get through a list on time.
One of the last pieces of advice my mother gave me before I had Charlie was “it took 9 months to create this life, so give yourself nine months to get your body back.
I don’t know about you but nine months is a really long time.
Last Friday I had my six week check up. Because I had some nasty tearing, I had been advised to limit my physical activity until this appointment. So I kept to the light walking I was permitted and tried to eat well (which is infinitely harder when your child is still physically attached to you for most of the day for sustenance).
At my 6 week appointment, I was only 9 pounds off my starting weight. I considered it a victory. And a challenge. Nine months? Maybe more like 9 weeks!!
I’m aware that 9 weeks is unreasonably short, but it felt like my goal weight was within reach. Next up would be goal consistency. I had to give up running at 30 weeks and since my gym membership was driven by my love of the treadmill, the only consistent physical activity I had after that point was yoga. At least my atrophied muscles are well stretched?
But with my doctor’s blessing, I was now free to run! The next day, I laced up my runners and reviewed my 5k route. And walked it. Let’s face it. As excited as I am to see how quickly I can bounce back, I’m not willing to let an injury slow down my progress. Plus with a first 5k start time of 46:49, I can only get better!