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Toddler Beds & Bliss

by beth on September 2, 2010

in Being a Mom

Last night was the first night D-man slept down­stairs.  We set up a loft style bed in Mamacita’s room from IKEA, it is designed to allow a mat­tress or small tod­dler bed to fit under­neath it.  The best use of the small room.  We moved the tod­dler bed under it after we put it up a cou­ple weeks ago.  But we didn’t move D-man to it that day.  Instead we let him explore it, got Mamacita comfy with her new bed arrange­ment & took things slow.

The week lead­ing up to last night made us say IT IS TIME.

D-man woke up con­stantly. We felt like the walk­ing dead over this last week.  The lack of sleep was get­ting to us.

He has NEVER been a great sleeper. We’d get a day here or there, but noth­ing ever con­sis­tent.  Yet, on our fam­ily trip he slept in the same room with Mamacita & we noticed some­thing after the first night of him adjust­ing to the new space he SLEPT.  Not a full night, but more than he had at home.

At home it’s been any time we get up, he gets up and at some point in the night each of us is going to get up to use the bath­room, unless we’re try­ing to cre­ate a water bed affect.  How­ever, with D-man get­ting up every 10 min­utes, scream­ing & throw­ing a set of tantrums that caused both Heaven & Hell to run for cover we decided it was time to give the new sleep­ing arrange­ment a try.

Wait, let me be more accu­rate.  Mike decided it was time & acted upon it.  I decided it was time & when it came to tuck­ing all the kids into their beds I started to chicken out.  Even though ear­lier in the day I told him it HAD to hap­pen THAT night or I was run­ning away.  Not for good, just for a long nap.

See, I get ideas in my head & no mat­ter how much sense they make to fol­low through on when it comes to act I panic.  I chicken out.  I have anx­i­ety set in that over­whelms me.  I’ve always had dif­fi­culty with this but after the whole PPD break­ing down it seems like I sec­ond guess myself more.  I didn’t think it was pos­si­ble for me to be MORE neu­rotic, but appar­ently I was wrong.  Oh, how I was wrong.

Still, sleep called to me.

So we stuck to the plan.  More impor­tantly Mike stuck to the plan & offered the idea that I could cud­dle D-man to sleep.  He also reminded me that if it didn’t work out we could change the plan.  Darn him for being rational.

With that we both D-man tucked into his new lit­tle bed.  Then I laid down with him for a lit­tle bit.  I for­got how uncom­fort­able fit­ting a grown-up body into a teeny tiny tod­dler bed can be.  And as I laid there crum­pled into the world’s small­est bed, with Mamacita above us ask­ing ques­tions every 5 sec­onds & D-man try­ing to get me to smell his feet I couldn’t help but laugh.  I’m sure we looked ridicu­lous, BUT he did stay in his bed AND he did sleep in it.

Although he woke up around 2am it was the ONLY time he woke up (he got more sleep too!) with­out a tantrum just a “Hey guys I’m up” kinda announce­ment.  Up enough to not fall back to sleep on his own, but not enough to cause sheer ter­ror.  Hubby brought him upstairs with us & he spent the last few hours upstairs with us.

This means instead of the 4–5 hours of sleep Mike & I had been get­ting (which was an improve­ment over the 3 we use to get) we got  7 hours (since we were able to fall asleep around 10 pm) even with us wak­ing up at 2 am & get­ting extra cud­dle time in with D-man. That’s SEVEN HOURS!!  Can you believe it?!  Seven bliss­ful hours of sleep.

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Boy With The Long Hair

by beth on August 9, 2010

in Being a Mom

He is my only baby to have this much hair before 18 months.  We haven’t been ready to cut it.  I’m not sure I’m ready still, Hubby isn’t sure he is ready, I think even the older rabble-rousers aren’t sure if they’re ready.  When we cut it feels like he won’t be such a baby any­more. But we’re talk­ing about *when* as in maybe this month. I’m going to be one hot mess when the first snip hap­pens.  Hold me.

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D-man is still nurs­ing at 16 months old, any­thing over a year is gen­er­ally con­sid­ered extended breast­feed­ing. I have breast­feed all my chil­dren for a year or longer.   At this point I have breast­feed for a total of 57 months.  Did you catch that? 57 MONTHS or 4.75 years.  I was actu­ally sur­prised when I added it up, it didn’t seem that long but I have nursed for longer than my under­grad­u­ate degree took.

When I started breast­feed­ing I never thought much about how long I’d do it for & never thought I’d have nearly 5 years under my belt. Before I knew it days turned to weeks, weeks to months. I have strug­gled with cracked nip­ples,  pump­ing for work, milk sup­ply, mas­ti­tis, post­par­tum depres­sion, & the day to day strug­gles that go along with breastfeeding.

Tak­ing it slowly, hav­ing help when chal­lenges arose, being in the moment & hav­ing a really great sup­port sys­tem helped. My hus­band has always been my rock in sup­port.  Mike’s sup­port of breast­feed­ing, in par­tic­u­lar, is tremen­dous.  He’s a very hands-on par­ent, we work toward being part­ners in par­ent­ing & this wasn’t any dif­fer­ent, minus the whole “he has no breasts that lac­tate” thing.

And with each strug­gle I was able to work though them with Mike’s sup­port & con­tinue the breast­feed­ing rela­tion­ship.  I feel like after real­iz­ing how LOOOONG I’ve been at this I’m all nos­tal­gic about it, even though it wasn’t all roses.  

Mr. J nursed for about a year.  Being it was my first time I had ever nursed I wasn’t sure what to expect.  I can say we did have a rough start, latch­ing & just get­ting a groove. Once we found it & worked through his acid reflux & my over active let down we did very well.  I learned how to nurse or pump while: read­ing, writ­ing, typ­ing & brush­ing my teeth.  He was my ini­ti­a­tion into multi-tasking at a whole new level.

Mr. J and Mr. G are also 18 months apart.  He was 9 months old when Mr. G came into being & by my 2nd trimester my milk was dry­ing up. Mr. J was a year old when the milk sup­ply was gone & he wanted no part in nursing.

Then Mr. G was a breeze baby.  Really when it came to sleep­ing & eat­ing he was a piece of cake.  I thought it was because I was a pro!  But really now that I have more expe­ri­ences under my belt I real­ize that it wasn’t my pro sta­tus that made it a breeze.  He just didn’t encounter some of the same strug­gles his brother had. Then when Mr. G was 10 months old, Mamacita was on the scene.  While she was cook­ing away my milk again decreased sud­denly when I entered my 2nd trimester.  Mr. G made it to 14 months, but again when the milk was gone he wasn’t interested.

Mamacita nursed for 15 months.  She taught me that I couldn’t rest on my lau­rels when it came being a pro.  In fact, now that I think of it she still does this.  I guess she’s help­ing me learn humil­ity. Any­way, she was more chal­leng­ing than Mr. G in how she latched.  She also wanted to com­fort nurse more than either of the boys before her.  Her need for com­fort cou­pled with my over active let down had to be worked through.  She also self-weaned at 15 months, not because I was preg­nant again but I had some weird hor­mone flux that caused prob­lems with my milk as my milk pro­duc­tion con­tin­ued to decrease she became less inter­ested in nurs­ing.  Before we knew it we no longer were breastfeeding.

Now there’s D-man.  He & I have had prob­a­bly more chal­lenges than the oth­ers. With him I had my first hor­ri­ble bout of mas­ti­tis, I had never had it go full blown before, but it did with him.  I dealt with severe post­par­tum depres­sion & the unique chal­lenges to nurs­ing that existed through this.  He also bit me, he once drew blood.  At that point I did con­sider end­ing breast­feed­ing, I mean it really hurt, but he wasn’t ready & I knew it would be an awful time.  So we worked through teach­ing him not to bite & to be gen­tle.  I also had to work through my TOTAL ter­ror at the thought I might lose a nipple–seriously that kid has a mas­sively strong chomper.

BUT I’m glad we worked through it like we did because he’s 16 months & I’m not sure when he will be ready to wean.  I lean toward the idea of child-led wean­ing or self-weaning of a child although I may at some point decide to intro­duce gen­tle wean­ing.  I’m not sure yet.  After one year I don’t rush it, obvi­ously given my cur­rent track record.

I do crack jokes about how long he might nurse, but that’s because I’m not able to NOT crack a joke.  It’s against my nature to be any­thing but a smart-ass I think it’s in my DNA. How­ever, even with my smart-ass self  this breast­feed­ing rela­tion­ship works well & is gen­tle for both of us.  I’m really glad that we’ve got­ten to share it together, as with the other rabble-rousers back when they were littles.

Some great resources for sup­port & infor­ma­tion on breast­feed­ing I’ve turned to over the years:

  • Kel­ly­Mom: Very easy to use & a go to resource when I needed help fig­ur­ing out what to do. I love the way this site is laid out.  It offers a trea­sure trove of information.
  • Moth­er­ing Mag­a­zine: I may not do every­thing all nat­ural but the sup­port over­all has been really won­der­ful for me. Moth­er­ing also has a great forum that has a lot of sup­port avail­able in this area.
  • As a Catholic who breast­feeds I also drew on the fol­low­ing book for sup­port: Breast­feed­ing and Catholic Moth­er­hood: God’s Plan for You and Your Baby by Sheila Kip­p­ley.  Even though I got it as I was hav­ing my 3rd, both my hus­band & I were not a prac­tic­ing Catholics until after the birth of Mr. G (a story for another time), & I was feel­ing wor­ried about bal­anc­ing 3 kids under 3 while breast­feed­ing.  It helped me to turn to my spir­i­tu­al­ity for addi­tional sup­port.  While there is NO offi­cial Catholic Church teach­ing on breast­feed­ing (this is because each mother-child rela­tion­ship is unique) the Church is very sup­port­ive of breast­feed­ing moth­ers as it is of all moth­ers & it helped me to have that support.

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16 Months & Soon to Be in College

by beth July 20, 2010

Where did the new­born I held this time last year go?  I mean he is now 16 months old.…I can’t go around think­ing of how my baby is grow­ing up!  It feels like yes­ter­day that I just find out that I was preg­nant with him.  Yet, I still get lots of baby time.  Since he […]

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Who Needs A Diaper?

by beth May 26, 2010

Yes­ter­day, I put D-man down for his morn­ing nap.  I did some work on a few projects, dead­lines are on the hori­zon, the older chil­dren read & played a few games.  It was a very relax­ing morn­ing. After a while I real­ized he had been lay­ing down for a while & decided I would go […]

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