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How do I make help my baby sleep through the night? Please, someone, anyone.....Here's the situation:Miss Priss goes to bed at 8:00 (or as close to that as I can manage). We start the bedtime routine at about 7:30. We watch an episode of her choosing, she goes to the bathroom, gives hugs and kisses, and goes to bed. She usually does pretty well with that. Baby Boo on the other hand. Well, we start at 7:30 as well. I give her a bottle and rock her while Miss Priss's show is on. And I rock and rock and rock. She will eventually pass out somewhere between 8:15 and 8:45. (And just FYI, I've tried starting later thinking she's not tired enough, but it just delays when she goes to sleep, i.e. -- starting at 8:00 or 8:05 means she doesn't go to sleep until 8:45 or later). Recently, she has started being even more difficult. She will start with these little screaming fits. I think these are usually gas or teething or both, so gas drops and teething gel usually seem to help. Then she feels the need to rub her hand against the wall while she's rocking. I've tried changing her position, but she always rolls back to where she can feel the wall. She usually leaves a little bit in her bottle, so she's not hungry, so I don't know what the deal is. So, when she finally goes to sleep, I put her in her crib. This is very hit or miss. She can be very good and asleep and the second she hits the bed, she's up on all fours crying as loud as she can (which is only a precursor to the screaming that follows if I don't pick her up fast enough). Patting or rubbing or trying to get her to stay in the crib are met with screaming. She just wants out. It usually takes 2 tries before she's down for the night. Except that's it. She's never down for the night. She's usually in her crib by 9:00. But, about 10:00 to 10:30, she wakes up. I have no idea why, but it seems to coincide really well with when I'm almost asleep (not sure why that is). Again, patting and rubbing do no good. She wants out of the crib. I would do a modified cry it out where I stayed with her and patted her and rubbed her and left her in the crib, but Miss Priss and Baby Boo share a room. Miss Priss definitely needs her beauty sleep, so I'm stuck. I usually bring Baby Boo into bed with me, but then I don't sleep good. She's a very restless sleeper -- always changing positions wanting to move from side to side and front to back. And it never fails that Miss Priss wanders in around 2:00am, too. Our queen bed has a hard time handling all 4 of us comfortably. So, now I'm not sure what to do. But, I do know I need some sleep. Hubby seems to remember Miss Priss going through this stage, and after it was over, we could put her down to sleep at night while she was still awake, and we wouldn't hear from her until the next morning. I hope he's right and that the next stage is coming soon. I don't know how much longer I can keep this stage up. But, in good news, I drank over 100 oz of water yesterday and not only took the long way into the building, but also took the stairs to my office (on the 9th floor). I could barely walk by the time I got here. LOL
I lost 2 lbs, putting me at 167.0. Wow. I haven't weight this little since before Miss Priss was born. Or conceived. I was trying to lose weight when I found out I was pregnant with her, and I was 168 when I started that pregnancy. So, it's been at least 4 years. Wow. Just wow. Which, of course, encourages me to lose even more. I've found the tricks that have worked the best for me are:1. Water, water, water. Even though that means I absolutely hate water now. 2. Fitday.com. It's a free site that helps you keep track of what you eat, how much you're exercising, etc. I cannot say enough good things about it. I really love it (and, no, they aren't paying me to say that).3. Dietfacts.com. If you eat out a lot (or get stuff through work sometimes), here's the info on lots of restaurants. And if you're logged into Fitday.com, it will automatically transfer the info to your account. Nice, huh?Goals for next week:1. Add more water. I've found that I like the water out of the fountain better than the water out of the water cooler. Yes, I know I'm a weirdo like that. The goal is 5 glasses a day while at work which should put me at 60 oz. I'm working up from there. 2. Find a way to get some exercise in my routine. The goal: when I get off the bus, there's a long way I can take to get to my office, but I usually don't bother. The goal for next week is to take the long way every day. Does walking in heels burn more calories? It should. What a cruel twist of nature if it doesn't. LOL It probably doesn't since you can't walk as fast, but I have to say that I can walk pretty damn fast in heels. Hopefully, I have even more good news next week.
And is Blogger being mean to anyone else? I've tried to post this more than once, so if it's on here several times, it was because it wasn't showing up correctly for me.
I've been very good this week, so I better see more than the 1.2 lbs that I've been losing for the past, what, 3 weeks? I haven't weighed myself at all since last Friday even though some suggest that is a good thing (please take note, Heather and Sunshine, who told me that it was a bad thing to do -- the internet says I can --LOL -- please don't respond with all the sites that advise against it -- there would be too many!).
So, I've been good. I've actually been forcing myself to drink a lot of water (which I absolutely hate!). I start by setting a time limit. I have to drink a glass of water (and I have a glass I always use at work -- it's 12 oz) by 10:00. Then another by 12:00, another by 2:00, and a fourth by 4:00. I've been challenging myself to add a 5th glass throughout the day. That's worked about half the time. I hate the taste of water so much that I'm usually downing a full glass at 9:45, 11:45, etc, etc, etc. You get the idea. I don't want to even admit just how little I was drinking before I started this technique. Don't even want to think about it.
So, I'm hoping that I am rewarded on the scale tomorrow morning. Unless I'm retaining a lot of water. LOL Good luck to all my fellow swimmers in the pool.
Did you miss me? It's been a busy week. And I was sick last Friday. Ugh. I hate being sick. Miss Priss had her 3 year checkup (only a month and a half late) last Friday. She is 39" tall (not following that 50% curve anymore) and 33 lbs. She is doing a lot of skills for early 3 year old and some later 3 year old. My husband asked about all of her various ailments (the legs hurting -- normal growing pains unless it's the same place everytime, the mosquito bites -- she gets these huge welts whenever she gets mosquito bites -- apparently that's normal too, and her battles with constipation). So, she's on track and doing well. She gets her flu shot next month. Hold on. I've got to add that to my calendar real fast before I forget. Baby Boo, my little chuncker, is doing well too. She had her 9 month appointment (only 2 weeks late) last Friday as well. Yes, Hubby took them both to the doctor by himself. He should win a medal. Or a cookie. Something. She is 28 1/2 inches tall and 21 lbs 4 oz. She's doing everything she's supposed to be doing as well, and we're supposed to start giving her more table food and less baby food. She got 4 shots, so now she's completely caught up (since she missed those 6 month shots). She got the first half of her flu shot and will get the second half when Miss Priss gets hers. Hubby said he really liked the new doctor I chose. Thank you very much. And that he really liked her staff as well. Sometimes the staff is the make or break point for a good doctor. They took really good care of him even though he wasn't sure of everything with the paperwork, so they just called me since I filled it all out. I took care of it. Now to find me a doctor. I need to get in to see a doctor myself. And I'd like to see a dermatologist. I love having good insurance. That is such a perk of my job.
Maaaaamaaaa! At 2 am, this is Baby Boo's favorite thing to say! Oh, wait, she counts as a baby not a kid, right?You have to picture this one in the most hyper, over the top, enthusiastic voice possible from a 3 year old, "Yes, let's make blueberry muffins! I love blueberry muffins! And we'll put some butter on them! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Punctuation and spaces are my addition since that was all one word when Miss Priss said it. "Mama, I want to go to school. My friends miss me." And then, "I'm going to play with Susie and Billy*. They're nice. I like them. They love me." * Not their real names.
This is the costume that we got Baby Boo over the weekend. It looks just as cute on my baby girl as on the model here. Maybe even cuter (but that's because I'm a little biased). Of course, the little model doesn't keep trying to turn around and chew on her wings either. Ahem. And Baby Boo doesn't exactly stand up by herself.
It's funny how even though I told myself that I would do the same things with Baby Boo that I did with Miss Priss, I'm so much more relaxed this time around. If Miss Priss wasn't doing everything ahead of schedule, I worried that she was behind. I know, I know, I'm a neurotic parent. Fortunately, I've mellowed a bit. And I'm not even comparing Baby Boo to Miss Priss as far as what she "should" be doing at this point (or at least I'm trying not to). So, now Baby Boo has a cute little costume although I don't know where she'll wear it -- I don't think we'll go trick or treating, but that's neither here nor there. It will make adorable pictures.
And for Miss Priss? She's going to be Little Red Riding Hood. I had to think about what she could wear to school so that she could still play and have fun, but still be dressed up. And I refuse to pay an arm and a leg for something that she'll wear only once. So, there you have it. I know that a lot of her friends at school will probably be in the super expensive outfits (she goes to a somewhat ritzy pre-school -- I think I'm the only working mother of all the mothers in the class). A lot of her little friends wear dresses and very nice clothes to school -- sorry, I want her to have fun and get dirty, so she's not wearing her best clothes to pre-school. It's not a competition to me to see who can put their child in the most expensive clothes. Sorry. Rant over now.
I got a haircut, and Hubby got a new toy. Don't even get me started on the Roboraptor (and we didn't pay nearly that much for it, by the way). It keeps him entertained, and it's kind of funny to watch it move around. Hubby thought it would be funny to see how my in-laws' dog reacted to it. He got the desired reaction. It's a funny little toy. So, that was my weekend. Did anyone do anything fun?
I really enjoy reading all the blogs in my list, but I'd like to add a few more. Please let me know what some of your favorite blogs are (besides mine of course LOL).
We got Miss Priss's first evaluation (if you can call it that) from her daycare last week. Just going over the basic things since we have a parent-teacher conference in January or February. The first question on the form was about how they were adjusting to being in school. The answer was something about how she struggled at first, but now she likes it. There were other little things; apparently she is slower to join in group singing and stuff and prefers to just watch, etc. Basically, she's a shy child. When I started asking questions about it, Hubby said, "I knew I shouldn't have shown it to you." What is that supposed to mean? He knows me too well. He knew that I would have a mini-freakout over what is basically nothing. In fact, I don't know why anything in the evaluation bothered me. I started thinking about it. Why would it bother me at all if she was shy. If there was an evaluation like that from 23 years ago when I was her age, it would have said basically the same thing. So, what's the issue? That's just it. She's just like me. And I don't want that. Not that being me is bad. Don't get me wrong. It's just that there are time in my life when shyness has been a major factor for me. I've always been more of a loner and don't have a lot of friends (in fact, I'm closer to several people on the internet than I am in real life). I could count on one hand the number of people that I am close to. And the number that I would share really deep secrets with is probably only one (my husband). This isn't necessarily bad, but I've always envied those who make friends easily wherever they go. I'm just not that person. And I don't want my baby girl to be an outcast (and I don't know why I feel that she would be -- I was shy and was never an outcast). I never want her to feel uncomfortable in any situation or feel the anxiety (or anxiety attacks) that I have. I know it's unrealistic to expect that her life will be perfect and she'll never get hurt, but I'm her Mommy, so in my perfect world that's how it would work. All of that from one little form. Imagine what the parent-teacher conference will do to me. And, for the record, I do realize that one stupid form from her preschool when she is 3 years old doesn't mean she'll be a shy, outcast, anxiety prone woman. Ah, the joys of being a mommy. It's so hard sometimes.
